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Fated To Love You Forever

Fated To Love You Forever

Iris_XX

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She was his motivation. Madison Connor, the only woman he had ever loved, the woman he had hurt, the woman he had left. Billionaire Damien Daniels had three things he needed to accomplish in his life. First, he was going to get to the root of his past. Second, he was going to make the Connors pay. Third, the last thing, he didn't even know. But he knew there was something remaining, a wrong he needed to right. And it was staring straight at him. A dark truth that risked breaking him apart, that could mar his existence. In all these though she was at the center of it all, Madison Connor. Lord help him. She was the one thing he could never have. His enemy's little sister. Eyes like the sea, strawberry blonde curls and those dotted freckles atop her nose; she was his obsession. She was the beginning of his downfall, his damnation and motivation. *** He was the one man she couldn't avoid back then, and the man she couldn't resist. Damien Daniel, her childhood crush who never looked her way even once. Her brother's enemy. She was too small for him, not sexy or beautiful enough for him, too shy to even talk to him. Their attraction was unmistakable, almost beyond control, but as much as she ached to be his, she feared the pressure of his demands. *** Submitting to each other meant they had to break so many rules. Could they? Would they? Their love was forbidden. Their intertwining past threatening to tear them apart. A bumpy ride. So many obstacles and trials. It took days, months and years, but what's meant to be will always be!

Chapter 1 One - Prologue

"He is not here."

The strange woman said to her.

She looked round the house she had become so familiar with but now it just felt cold, blank and empty.

"What do you mean by that.. I mean..." She started to say but the stranger raised her hands effectively cutting her off.

"It seems you've got the wrong place, young girl. The name you just called is strange to me. I've not heard it before. You can go and ask around maybe you are lost."

"No ma, I am not." Madison insisted.

She was very sure of what she was saying.

This was the house she'd come to call her second home.

It was in this same brown bricked house she'd laughed, she'd cried, she'd moaned in pleasure, she'd....

She had to stop thinking about all those now.

"Ma, sorry to disturb you but I'm very sure of what I'm saying. I'm looking for Dam......" She trailed of because the woman didn't even allow her finish.

"Young girl. You are lost, I don't know who Damien Daniel is, or Layla or Grace or whatever other person's name you are calling. I just packed in here new, I don't know what you are saying."

The woman just packed in here newly.

She couldn't believe her ears, with the thoughts going on in her mind, she prayed that what she was thinking was not the situation here.

"But..." She began again and the woman who was already getting annoyed as shown on her facial expression said, "No buts. I don't know who Damien Daniel is, I have not heard that name before in my life, and I was actually arranging my things and cooking. So if you'll excuse me." The woman said and without even allowing her to say anything, she banged the door loud and square on her face.

She blinked once, twice, thrice and then she pinched herself to know if this was real.

Did he leave without telling her just as he'd said, no he just couldn't.

But the truth was staring at her right at the face.

Who was she going to ask?

What was she going to do?

All these and more ran through Madison's mind as she fell down to the floor in tears, her heart breaking, shattering in pieces.

This couldn't just be happening to her.

She was in a huge mess, a very huge one at that, that had no solution.

The reality of the whole situation was staring back at her now.

She'd caused this, and now she had to pay! .......

Thank you all so much for starting this beautiful love story with me...💕

Hope to see you at the end. Gracias🙏

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