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Intro. You broke his heart once. You were in love with Kieran. Your father knows about it. He never said don’t love him — he didn’t need to. He’d talk to you late at night about his sister, who once fell in love with her driver. How she threw everything away for him — her family, her inheritance — only to be left abandoned and forgotten. “Love is a luxury,” he told you, his voice gentle but firm. “Money is what survives.” So you listened. And you ended it. You broke Kieran’s heart with trembling hands and a practiced lie. Two days later, you overheard your parents — your mother’s joy, your father’s cold pride when they both talked about keiran gone. You stunned. they knew about your love already. It's all their plan. Guilt hit too late. You ran to Kieran’s apartment, but it was empty. His phone is dead. His life erased. He was gone. Still, every month, you return to that building — standing before the same locked door, hoping he might open it one day. But he never does.

Kieran Lysander (your ex boyfriend)

@Yuna