The Mafia King's Runaway Fiancee

r sitting in her room, realising she can't take off the memories with her sane mind,

nding like she has been crying for long. Scarlett got on to her feet and immediately grabbed her car keys a

of her hands, sobbing sitting on her knees on her bed, beggi

ld see around was her boyfriend, imagining him fucking her P.A on the chair they fought to choose for half an hour, or against their big

s she fought to breath, her eyes getting blurred at the amount of tears sh

se, all over her room, as if he made sure ev

an handle the asshole of your dad and trauma of your mom, I'm sure you ca

he tried to control her breathing

have a pill. Only one" Scarlett said realising she doesn't even know what hap

on bed as she looked at the ceiling blankly, a h

therapist. The only one she can ever open up with, is Scarlett who h

n for five years and to believe that he was the one chasing her for four years but cheated

ted and smitten by her, always making sure she was comfortable and happy, surprising

trust a snake again

written to each other despite the technology because she loves handwritten

that until she heard a knock on her apartment door,

ut of her bedroom and to the living room

ful. A long black oversized hoodie, messy tied up hair, puffy face filled wi

ntering the apartment and hugged her

started making their way out of her eyes, the pain of losing the

tt held her close while Hazel didn't even seem

rubbed Hazel's back, hoping for any answer that'll make her u

anymore" Hazel's voice was barely a whisper as tears streamed down her cheeks

tight, the mess that she spotted in the living room, the thrown vases, torn co

in between her tears, her heart beating fas

ned to propose to him for marriage this morning and Scarlett was hopin

't go well, or he could have said no,

ing her tears as she fel

s level, cupping her face in her p

d him in his home with her, fucking her from behind, naked, moan