Chained to the Devil

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Smith. It's t

r which my father worked as a designer and lost his life because of that cruel man Arthur Smith. I recognized those red curls as soon as she entered the door, Amara was drooling over me since the se

ould do anything to keep me near. He did what I expected, and invited me for dinner at his home to show off. To show me his precious family with his second wife and his two daughters. It was like I was return

, If I'm not wrong." I couldn't

here soon." Arthur forced

against her father? The door ra

via." Her mothe

ia, mentioned my real name

doesn't even have a tomb to cry for! So don't tell me that he is. No, I don't allow you!

r hand and when I touched her it was so damn difficult not to have her. She exchanged some words with her father or better say he criticized her because I knew A

t friend's death." I knew Amara disliked her step-sister and never accepte

as blind to

d? My condolences."

sister is very spoiled and a drama

hing and she keeps

important person to your siste

ather passed away in a tragic accident when one of our buildin

hest in my direction a

e guy just went missing?" I asked but I shoul

ut he fell for me. Can you blame him? So If he was alive he would have

ger than us, and so pure back then. My thoughts were interrupted and Amara covered her thighs

of me because the seat next to her was for her fiance who came b

rstanding her father's plot, giving me his single daughter because the other one had a fiance. And because giv

was enormous, I had the habit of throwing my arm around her neck or waist. Or kissi

iv

Her sister had to take her to those clubs where the youth goes to loud music. But Olivia, she never like

e to drink? She has

turned his head slowly toward me with a threatening smirk on h

lways wants to be in control of her actions." My mother ad

d from my thigh but he was stronger, he strengthened his grip, which would probably leave a mark on my skin. I leaned closer

hand off or I'll cut your fingers,

winked, whis

d continued his conversation asking my sister's fiance Roland about his job. I took the knife from the table, sneaking it under the table a

remained static, with no sign of pain, no sign of burning. I sighed in surrender leaning to take a paper towel

yourself!" The man next to me took the kn

narrowed my eyes on the blood

d you do baby?" My m

hair away and kneeled in front of me wiping the cut

e said it would hurt less, and then he woul

e he won the lottery and mouthed me "good job", as if I did i

ng upstairs to my room. I missed Daniel so much, no