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Guys, go to therapy, you are rich, you ain't even have to worry about the bill

“That’s not too, I don’t know, needy?”
Her lips purse. “Fuck that. There’s a difference between neediness and communication of your needs, and any man who can’t recognize the difference is a turd."

Lily I need you to get out of this book, you are way too sane for these people

Please انا الهبل دا ما بنفع معاي wtf

فوضى

"Yes, you were completely uncultured. You ate with your hands."

الأجانب و هوسهم مع أي أحد ما ياكل بطريقتهم if eating with utensils is what makes a person cultured then fuck culture

What's going on

I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

Why do we keep referring to him as "the slave" like omg he has a name wtf is this

Oh-

Knowing there's a gay relationship coming is literally stopping me from liking these characters as much as I want 😭

I literally just started it and then found the graphic novel, now what to do

ابوك يالوهم

“You are in my castle.”
Castle?
Oh, God. That settled it. I’d slept with a maniac.

يا حياتي رحمتها 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

So wattpady so fast paced so no brainer, just what I need

Girl you are being delusional and you know it

Man I sense a downfall coming

Her father is such a manipulative asshole God I hate him

I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father I hate her father

You’re homeless or about to become homeless
You’re emancipated
You’re married
I stared at his orderly, formal text. Like a message coming from far away—a shooting star that landed in my lap.
Then another text followed.
If you can’t get emancipated I’ll marry you.

OH MY GOD XANDER YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT TO A GIRL WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU

I’m going to be shouting a bunch of commands, and you need to know what the hell I’m talking about and react accordingly. Make sense?”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THE UNREAD LETTERS TROPE YAAAAAAS

My mind turned the chaotic pain into a manageable equation:
F—M(Pd) = e^∞ (D + C)
Whereas, after she had an affair with a Parisian diplomat (Pd), our family (F) had now lost one mother (M), resulting in emotional devastation raised to an infinite power (e^∞) for both dad (D) and child (C).

Oh my honey I'm so sorry, more importantly, do you talk to people in your life like this?

Yeah the author took the lyrics way too seriously omg

I was just checking the playlist until I found Weathervane by Hunter Metts, I'm starting this right away ☝🏼

I ignore her obvious interest the entire time she checks me in. I’m used to the interest women have in me. I’m handsome, and I obviously have money. Little do they know, I’m not interested in settling down. I never will be. Once they know they can’t get their hands on my money, they lose interest.

Oh I wonder why, you have such a dashing personality

What the fuck was that?
I’ve never had my body respond to a woman in such an inappropriate setting. To make matters worse, it’s my buddy’s little sister.

Of course it didn't, and of course she is, how will the story progress otherwise? (yes I'm absolutely reading this to hate on it)

I swear, men want a standing ovation for every minor accomplishment. It’s a miracle he gets out of bed without a cheering section to celebrate the sheer effort it must take.

I like her 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

She’s smoking hot, and it’s been too damn long since I’ve had a proper release. Add that to the pressure of managing renovations at all my luxury hotels, and, yeah … I could use the distraction.

Bro had made sure to say "luxury hotels", like God forbid I am not like other people, I am rich (probably his whole personality)

“Can I ask you a favor?” Matthew says.
“Anything.”
That throws him, but only for a moment. “If I do something that might screw this up, would you tell me?”
“You won’t screw this up, Matthew. Mom and Dad aren’t like that.”
“But—just in case.”
“Okay.” I carry my bowl to the sink. “Anything else?”
“No.” He hesitates. “Maybe.”
“What’s up?”
“Do you think you could just call me Matt?”

I'M CRYINGGGGG

“Please,” he says again, and his words have dissolved into a sob. “My son. Please. I am dying.”
“Good.”
Then I slam the door behind me and walk out.

YAAAAAAAS WE CHEERED