Between Three Hearts

ject him on the altar. What a mess I'd created with my own hands! My parents were disappointed as always, giving me the terrible look

at him before leaving the event center with tears in my eyes. My parents followe

't an exception since they were my most prized possession. Loading it all into the car, I took a quick look at the ho

ant now. I am never going to be a burden to be sold

ce to live in silence was to get myself a small house where I could live in the shadows and not be found. Avery wa

rants coming in. I had to get one just good enough to fit me, and the only perfect one availab

initely couldn't help me out; I was all alone in this. The only soluti

s able to get the perfect apartment I needed. Though after I had sold the car to him, he was arres

inition of a hot CEO. He had made me his assistant in the textile industry and had kept me by his side throughout wo

ice. His back story is a pretty terrible one, judging by the way he be

kept coming, and my earnings moved along with them. It wasn't what I expected, but it

fun. My time working with Jordan was fun; he was a cool guy and gave the impression of being perfect, which my father wanted. My

y stomach, making me run to the toilet at full speed. My meal came pouring out with every mouth-opening I

ground unconscious. Jordan sensed danger coming after several unreturned phone calls. He reached my apartment, clogged up in fear and he threw the door open. He ru

ushed me to a ward. They knew who Jordan Lane was, and they showed the

see the change in his face from being bothered to happy when I

e had a more worried face than a happy one. From his

uardian?" he asks,

s, not caring about the impre

to both of you. Mrs. Taylor Reed her