The Girl He Chose : Driven by Love

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n New York when the seco

she played with the focused cruelty of someone wh

living room while I was dusting the mantel. The stain spread like a wound. Then she called fo

estions. She simply

still held the memory of the first b

r arms, then my back, then once across the side of my thigh when I instinctively tried to curl away from the nex

me, grabbed my chin with manicured fingers, and forc

ce. Remember that every single time you look in a mirror. Remember it when you put on that ugly u

made the next session worse. I

any other position hurt too much. She didn't make a joke this time. She just sat down beside me and pulled out another stolen

ing. "Adopted when she was twelve. Evelyn treats her like a real daughter and somehow still ma

washing machine without reall

else I can get with my record. Because I like watching rich people slowly lose their minds from the inside. And because I stole a pair of S

on felt foreign on my face after so m

. Red. Some already turning an ugly dark color at the edges where the leather had bitten deepest. I pressed a cold washcloth to them until my

et me sur

ndered if Julian Vance, with his cold blue eyes and his expensive coat, had any idea what hi

he would care

st of it carefully, then climbed into bed on my stomach and

kept swinging long afte