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Her name was Brisa Dorsey. She was overjoyed at the upcoming marriage with her boyfriend, who she had been in love with for years. But just before they were to apply for their marriage license, she found out that her boyfriend had an affair with Brisa's stepsister. In a fit of anger, Brisa decided to pay a man to have sex with her. Drunk as a skunk, Brisa shouted orders to the owner of the club she went to that night, wanting to have sex with him. And when she woke up the next day, she found that everyone was calling her "Mrs. Johns". Shocked, Brisa found out she had got married! To whom? The terrifying "Cold-Face King" in New York, who was the head of the Johns family as well as the Johns Group! But rumor had it that he never hang out with women. Didn't he like men? Sure enough, those rumors were all just rumors...

Isabella Anderson · Urban

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Chapter .32.

We humans are so tortured

By not properly guessing

What will make us happy

-Atticus

***

I sit in the clinic hallway, staring at the tiled floor.

Grandma walks out, her face blank as she slowly sits next to me.

My foot bounces on the floor, waiting impatiently for her words.

"Well?"

She jumps, startled out of her own reality as she enters mine.

"What?"

"Dad...how is he...?"

Grandma stands, looking down at me. "Soraya. I've seen a lot of challenges. But never...I never have seen such an underhanded way..."

I hold my hand out before she can say anymore.

"There are no rules in the fight. That much is clear. Only the ones people have constructed in their minds and made to believe that should be followed. I did nothing wrong."

"You really think that?"

Grandma is looking at me now with new eyes. Eyes that stare down at me in silent disbelief.

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