I'm Not The Rest Of The Girls I Have A Past Of Glass
Hello, my name is Michelle, and everyone calls me Rose or Mia. Today I will tell you my story from A to Z ( ✿ ‿ ^ ) Stay with me (The story is purely fictional) I was a girl spoiled by my brother, my mother was sick with me with cancer, while my father wasted all his time and wasting all his money in gambling and drinking, God forbid my brother was the only adult and he was the one who cared about me.I was a spoiled girl ( ◕ ◕ ✿ ) I do not deny this. I did not know what the outside life was because I was surrounded by extra protection behind the walls of the Grand Palace. My life was calm and perfect until the news of the death of my brother came to me, the person had died The only one that I depended on and my father took care of me was when I was 5 and I almost collapsed at that moment while my father didn't care about it. I stayed in the palace and I literally collapsed. Paying for her treatment, it was my brother who paid for me and her My father didn't pay even a small amount at that moment I hated my father so much that I thoughtKilling him I was a little girl who never knew anything but what surprised me was that on the same day my mother died my father came home with a woman in her twenties and with that woman many bags I heard them talking The woman said: Finally that woman died, I can be your only wife now Dad: sure dear A woman or a chameleon does not make a difference 😂: But I heard that you still have a girl, why don't you get rid of her and throw her in the nursing home? Dad or the bastard, it doesn't make any difference 😂: Haha, I'll make her work for meMan like what you did to me my nephews Chameleon: (laughs out loud*) Great idea, at least we'll make money from it I don't need to say what I saw them make you have a night, what is the night of her joy? At that time, I realized that my brother was hiding some money in his safe, but I do not know a secret number for me to open it. I tried a lot of numbers and the last one succeeded in opening it. It was a number that was my birthday. I found a message from my brother in which it was written I think I died around the time you are reading this messageI think I died around the time you are reading this message This money is money that I have stored for you. I was shocked how he knew that he was going to die and that my father had a wife, and what does he mean that I could not survive? The next morning, my father-in-law surprised me, collected my things, and said, "Come on, doll, it's time for you to leave." I have a loud voice, what do you mean by me leaving you bitch, this is my home, I didn't feel the same until when my dad slapped me I wasAmazing, he came in her class, I mean, I knew he would come in her class, but I don't have the level of my hand to carry me and throw me to someone in a car and say I want a good price for her. My father, by any word here, understood that my father made me work for someone for money. The problem was I was only 6 years old. The man went to the abandoned and dirty house. I do not say this because I was living in a big house or a palace, but in fact the house was deserted and dirty. I met two twin boys who turned out to be My cousins and that my uncle died and my father gave them to this man, one was his name Aser and the second was his name Ryan
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