Nortia's POVI flipped my eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling as I tried to get a recollection of where exactly I was. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let out a grunt when everything rushed back in, Maxwell, Samantha, and the bar. I had gotten drunk when I wasn't supposed to. I exhaled deeply, pushing myself up when a shrilling sound echoed through, punching all of my thoughts into bubbles. Stretching a hand for my phone, a frown cascaded my face when I saw who it was. The thought of Samantha rushed back in. It was my uncle, her father. After my parents had gotten into an accident, they had taken me in, as that was the only way they could get the company my parents left behind, something about a term attached to the will that had been left behind. So while they treated me like a pearl to the public, I was mainly an extra mouth to be fed which barely even saw enough food to eat, and was made to sleep in the basement while they were even better rooms than I could count. Funny ho
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