A billion-dollar contract

A billion-dollar contract marriage

She sat on the out-of-use vehicle seat close to the wall fencing the institute.

The proprietress saw she was looking glum, and went and perched on the seat " Why are you looking glum?" she asked her.

"Laila. You are pretending. Let me know what's it." she said.

"Ma." Laila hissed. "Nothing much."

Alone again, she reflected on what happened at home and if she could still endure. Enduring depends on if she does not see me as a useless daughter-in-law.

Suzie, as she rightly feared, had made it compulsory to give her the task of dishwashing after howling insults at her, all to frustrate her to leave the house because she does not belong to the MacGregor family.

She stood too close in her way as she was returning from the institute and was about to enter the staircase in the downstairs living room Suzie called her "' Gold digger!" and made a mockery reference of to her fashion and designing skill acquisition.

She paused, wanted to act, but jumped over
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