Fabricated

In a world where every detail is forged in lies and deceit, how do I know what’s real?

I signed a contract: One season on a reality show for loads of money. No more living paycheck to paycheck, financial freedom was finally mine. I would join the world of the elite, rub shoulders with the wealthy.

Old money and secret societies are what rule the world. Everything is at their fingertips but even their secrets have secrets. And somehow I got wrapped in their web of lies, left standing in the ruins of their action.

Everything I’ve ever known is fabricated. Except maybe him. I looked to him for salvation but he broke me more than anything else ever could.

It started with a contract. Now all I want is to make it out with my heart still intact.