"You think you’re so vastly superior to us, don't you?" she asked, her voice trembling with an old, suppressed fury. "You look at me, at Julian, at my father, and you see empty monsters draped in gold. You think that because you had a famous father and a tragic fire, you possess some monopoly on suffering."
THE VIRTUOSO IN THE DUST: THE BILLIONAIRE’S WAGER AND THE FALLEN MAESTRO
CHAPTER 1
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