Cajoled bliss

Cajoled bliss

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Rebecca Johnson led a happy life with her father, her only family after her mother's death. Daughter of a billionaire raised with luxury and protected from the world. One day everything she has loved is taken away from her and she is coaxed to live with Adrian her arch nemesis since high school and her father's best friend's son. Join her on the journey of discovering love, secrets and betryal.

Chapter 1 Prologue

It was the day I lost everything. My love, family and my support . Though the morning seemed normal but in actuality it was far from it . I remember the moment I stepped in the room , my gut was telling me something was wrong . My dad loved spending most of his time here . After mom's death he spent days together in this very room .

The stench of blood hit my nose . I knew for sure that something was not right .As I made my way toward his chair , I could feel the melancholy in the air . My world came crashing down at the sight of my father . Pale and lifeless . A gun in his hand and our family photo at his feet , broken .

I did not know what to do as I yelled for my nonno my nanny since my mom died 18 years ago . I felt numb and frozen . My father would never kill himself . He was the only thing I had . I was sobbing and crying my heart out at the biggest and most gravest loss of my life . After that all went black as I welcomed the abyss with open arms .

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