CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: HOLD ON, PULL ME CLOSER.

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LIORAÉ “Twenty thousand dollars?” My hand dropped from the tag of the dress as I turned to Soren with fear in my eyes. “Think of it as an investment. I am pouring this money into you to stand as my girlfriend so I can make more money” It made sense, but still it was absurd. I gulped and agreed. He had also picked himself up a new suit, limited edition and all of that. Even though I wanted to step into Soren’s world, I couldn't afford to do so. I couldn't depend on him to buy every single thing for me. If I felt like I wasn't giving or needed, then I didn't want to be there. When we stepped into the hall, it gave the same feel as every other high society party I had attended. Poised, chatter of the people in low tones, the clinging of glasses and the smiles, fake and precise like i

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