Love on the Brain ✓

Love on the Brain ✓

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Should I give them a smile? I mean a genuine or a fake one? I am Zalia Devon Castro Before. But Now I am Zalia Devon Fearon Rowé I should be happy because Rowé Family is a socielite. Very Elite. Rowé is always in top 2 ranking for the richest family in the whole world and we're never been out. I'm here in my room having a peaceful meeting with myself, tomorrow and the next day will be one of my big day, well as they say, but for me it's just one my nonsense and boring day. How can I say it's nonsense ? Well imagine you'll meeting your not-so-close and not-so-good mother? In other words the one who abandoned you in your birthday, the very first person who showed you the feeling of the word 'hurt', sounds funny isn't lols. And how can I say it's boring? Try to think that starting from this day your essence in life will definitely gone, or should I say your heart will literally lost.... literally surrender to everything you've get through. All the thoughts that I have in being rich is just too fanciful because in the end, I'm not aware that I should've choose between life or death. And for the adjourn of this meeting to myself, good luck Ms. Rowé.
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Everything in my life was pure frustration. I was not my parents' favorite. It started when I was a kid. They neglected me, and used me like a recycled trash, needed when necessary. I was not in good terms with my siblings. They could not understand the man I am. My friends ditched me a long time ago. I did not graduate High School with the highest average. My parents blamed me a lot about it and I had been a major disappointment, as the heir to their company, though I achieved the highest marks in college. I did not inherit my father's company. I was weak, they said. My brother was better than me. As if I haven't heard that before. As if it wasn't true. It was my prodigal brother, Aden Henry. It's always been him, and my sister, Alissa Marie. Aden inherited the company. Alissa became a renowned psychiatric expert with her own mental institution with one thousand patients a year. I just became a mere fashion designer, drowned in my misery with my son, Aaron Charles. My wife cheated on me. She was a predator and I was the prey. My heart turned into stone a long time ago. Even my son was not an exception. But how would I survive? I can't function properly anymore. I only needed my wife to act like a normal person, but she's gone. But now, she wants me back. What should I do? No one would dare to know the real Alvin Schemer. They've only seen the front. They never tried to go deep. But I will not trust anymore. I don't know if she was worth it. I don't know if anyone is worth it, when in the end, it's me and my tears that I hate again.

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