It Leads to Your Heart. [NOT EDITED]

Dior Balan, the Romanian heiress of gold, is me. That was the name that my mother has given me in hopes of being the new ray of light to her miserable marriage. But she was unaware that not all that you wish for comes true.
And now I am walking on my tiptoes towards a new life, my duty. Carrying the weight of the heavy name with me into a union which would rather be my safe heaven or doom. But I am foolish to have forgotten that not all that you wish for comes true.
For I, Dior Lima Balan, have repeated history again. Watching my mother's heart wilt slowly, killing her, I should have stuck to my vow and protected mine. Rather than blindly handing it over to the only man that didn't want anything to do with it.
Shall I blame luck, life, or fate?

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