Story cover for She Doesn't Like The Colors by L3ftShark
She Doesn't Like The Colors
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Ongoing, First published Jun 10, 2016
A myth only holds lies. 

Look through the eyes of a blind billionaire. Only getting older and sicker. She holds money, power, and secrets only known by herself that have been held for what seems like an eternity. But she also has various mental and physical problems and barriers in her way. Other than that, she's known for her charm, kindness, and loyalty to others. This seemingly innocent lady doesn't let her many disabilities stop her from doing anything she pleases. Being confined in a wheelchair for so long, teaches her new ways of getting around and getting things done. As far as her "trustful" staff, they believe she lives in her room, rotting away in her wheelchair. If only they stopped thinking the creaks and sounds at night came from the deteriorating house.
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