He was the president’s son, but never the golden child. Fame wrapped his last name in glory, while his first name stayed buried in the shadows. Cameras caught his practiced smile, but not the nights he spent wondering why love felt rationed. There were secrets he never chose, wounds he never deserved, and a truth that Ameri… Continues…
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