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James and I met through a dating service. He’s 31 this year, makes over a million dollars annually, and is both muscular and handsome.
Apparently he had a girlfriend before, but James‘ work is special – he’s often away for months at a time.
Plus he has a child.
Entrusted to him by his late brother.
His ex–girlfriend thought she could handle it at first, but the problem was the kid.
This wasn’t an ordinary child – he had very strong aggressive tendencies.
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On their first meeting, he apparently knocked the girl down with a sweeping kick. His pranks were endless. She ran away after less than two days.
Until she met me.
I came from a poor family without much education. My only asset was my thick skin.
THIC
I gave the matchmaker $500 to make me sound as good as possible.
By the time it reached James, I had become an accomplished musician, artist and chef – the perfect virtuous wife and loving mother, not to mention a great beauty.
James was intrigued and agreed to meet me. After seeing me in person, he was even more interested.
The next day we got married. The bride price was a million dollars, plus this big villa fer
But there was one condition – I had to take good care of that violent little boy.
I held my head, eyes darting around nervously.
I really couldn’t be sure if James was telling the truth or not.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
I was a bit slow to respond, and the door was forcefully pushed open.
