" I don't get it, how can someone like you run away from a rich wonderland. I bet you have everything at your feet with a ring of a bell, your food is made for you not by your mothers hands but servants." She eyed him carefully,his eyes looked pitiful;she read him well. "I guess I was tired of my so called perfect life.." His gaze broke from her dejected expression. In which.. The less fortunate side of society meets the wealthy.All Rights Reserved
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