Melomiri

Thirty Years of Ash

Language: en

All because she looked a little like the city's most privileged young socialite. Someone photographed my sister in private and put the pictures up for bidding at an auction. The heiress sat there with a smile on her mouth and raised her paddle, and she meant every bit of the harm in it. "I'll outbid them all. "Whatever anyone bids, I'll add a dollar. "No reason in particular. Just so the men here get an eyeful." The room cheered. "When do we ever get a treat like this? Trust Miss Aldrich to spend freely." "Lydia always acted so pure and untouchable. Turns out she likes posing for…

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