She hesitated, forcing a small smile. “No matter what you see, don’t scream… at least not until I explain.”
That night—the night that was supposed to change my life—I suddenly wasn’t sure whether I was about to hear her story or discover something about my own.
My life had always been carefully controlled. I grew up in a massive marble mansion where everything felt cold and perfectly arranged. My father, Richard, ran his business life with ruthless precision, even at home. My mother, Diana, cared about appearances above all else—white furniture, quiet rooms, and a life that looked flawless on social media.
As their only child, I was treated less like a son and more like a future investment.
From a young age, my parents quietly shaped my life around one goal: marrying the “right” woman. At every social event, my mother’s friends paraded their daughters in front of me—polished, polite, and clearly prepared for wealthy marriages.
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