BOUND BY SINS
LAUREN
ward. I wanted nothing more than to get away from th
ore the cup of coffee could leave a burn on my skin, the monster had caught me by m
ll tried to play unconcerned and savage. "Getting splashed by the coffee would have been better than st
alk with that mouth of yours whe
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s 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
I dressed in a white dress standing on the altar, shivering and lonely with everybody watchi
as getting married to a nameless yet super-rich being who had paid ten million dollars, given him fleets of
" 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 didn't know him. This shadow of a husband proved us wrong; the first time I saw his back on the
nt him from turning back to catch me staring, even though I had the urge to see his face and ask him if he wa
with embalming nasal tubes. Even in the moon's subtle glow, I could see what was written on the wall with dark red paint:
own 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 fro
e marble floor of the balcony of my room, watching him in the large living room this time. He opened a w
rticular spot of my balcony as I watched him sip from a glass of vodka I ha
a man like him, not even when his back could tell how sexy his face and front view would look,
ese spooky lanterns used for Halloween, maybe to not see him. But now, I wasn't interested i
l people made me abandon in college-Ophelia Laurent,
e wing where he stayed. The maid, my ally, had informed me about that. I brought out the d
cap on, which covered my red hair; it would be
thout his consent, but for a person who had paid the huge amount of money to keep me here, he wouldn't accept if I had a