Belsaria became somewhat emotional, tears streaming down, "He said he only loved me when we got married."
"If he had always been honest, do you think he could have risen to this position?"
"Everything in the world is about sex, except sex itself, which is about power."
Belsaria was at a loss for words, "Brother..."
"Alright, someone is here to see me. If you can't figure it out, think about our mother and grandmother. I'm not asking you to endure like them; sometimes this is just how the bigger picture is. Call me again if you have more on your mind."
Bramo hastily finished speaking and hung up.
Listening to the dial tone from the receiver, Belsaria stared at the ceiling in a daze.
So...
In the eyes of the brother who cherished her the most, is this really the role women play?
Or is it simply a political marriage in essence?
She pulled the covers over her head and could not hold back her tears.
Being born into an official and aristocratic family is not easy.
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