But I was stuck on a dizzying merry-go-round of deceit, and I couldn’t get off. I’d had it with it all: the lies, the pretense, the show. For as long as I could remember, everything in my world had been fake. Because we’re more alike than you want to admit. No match for your money, your might, or your wrath. I’m the girl from the wrong side of the wrong side of the tracks. I’m the filthy rich guy who’s coming for revenge. I’m the unease that can’t be explained, but won’t go away. I’m the whispers in the darkness you can’t quite hear. more XavierThis is not a love story.I hate you not for who you are, but what you represent. XavierThis is not a love story.I hate you not for who you are, but what you represent.
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