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kwards. I wanted nothing more than to get away from

efore the cup of coffee could leave a burn on my skin the monster had caught me by

l tried to play unconcerned and savage "Getting splashed by the coffee would have been better than stan

talk with that mouth of yours wh

EARS

is broad shoulders, fine narrow waist in a crisp black shirt that hugged his body not too tightly but was enough to show the fine bulge of his muscles

as I dressed in a white dress standing on the altar, shivering and lonely with everybody watc

r was getting married to a nameless yet super-rich being who had paid Ten Million Dollars, gave him fleets

s' was his first name, and 'Band' was his last 'Hus Band.' I could remember more tears blinding my eyes that day

y man, but the asshole of a father doesn't know him. This shadow of a husband proved us wrong; the first time I saw his back on th

t him from turning back to catch me staring, even though I had the urge to see his face and ask him if he was

ith embalming nasal tubes. Even in the moon's subtle glow, I could see what was written on the wall with dark red paint: "H

down my eyes, as I watched fresh blood run down my collarbone right into my cleavage. I didn't

cleavage that day, 'was he the one? Had he tried to kill me?' My eyes went wide as I remembered covering my mouth to stop any word f

e marble floor of the balcony of my room, watching him in the large living room this time. He opens a wh

rticular spot of my balcony as I watched him sip from a glass of Vodka I ha

with a man like him, not even when his back can tell how sexy his face and front view would loo

spooky lanterns used for Halloween, maybe to not see him. But now, I'm not interested in

l people made me abandon in college Ophelia Laurent,

site wing, where he stayed. The maid, my ally, had informed me about that. I brought out th

cap on, which covered my red hair; it would b

ithout is consent, but for a person who had paid the huge amount of money to keep me here he wouldn't accept if I had as