My Fish Life Was Peaceful… Until Immortal Daddies Claimed Me!
Mirea didn't move.
She just stood there—paralyzed—staring at the coins like they were some cruel illusion that would vanish the moment she blinked.
Her hand hovered near her chest, breath shallow, lips quivering as her gaze darted from one glittering gold disk to another. Her fingers twitched. The shine, the weight of it all, the impossibility… her mind refused to accept it.
"No..." she whispered, voice weak. "This isn't real... This can't be real..."
Maira, standing beside her, didn't speak either. Her fingers were clenched near her stomach, her fists tugging slightly at the fabric of her worn dress, wrinkling it near her waist.
Her brows furrowed, and her eyes remained locked on the mountain of gold—but not with awe. Not with greed.
With pain.
The kind that bloomed from disbelief too deep to hide. From dreams long buried clawing their way back up, only to cut her open again.
