OUR LOVE IS WRONG: MAFIA SOULMATE

tmare ever. I wished it was just part of a reality show prank where the crew li

the hardest because he managed to fool me in his annoying charade. But after almost an hour of driving in silence, not a single member of the TV crew

re h

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. Get

I could hear the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. It was the perfect place for a vacation or

o finish my final paper before my gradu

talk about your life

re no men in black suits with full weapons guarding this place. Joshua took the key from under the pot, then opened t

scent of new furniture infiltrated my sense of smell. This place seemed like a vacation home. There were no photo

n house. There are many thi

e time to talk about your shit life right now. And about the

be sleeping in your room too,"

tared at me coldly, as if I

going to sleep in h

shi

's g

e are you

t. There was no one in this house but the two of us. And the location of this house was so remote. I didn't even see ano

m. You've been holding it

I'm your husband. Sh

don't want this marriage. Give me back m

muscles. I was only as tall as his neck with my hellish ten-centimeter pointed heels. He was like a giant compared to my petite body. My punches bar

gh, F

rist before throwin

y to escape or you will

ing? Joshua?! Don

ust locked the door to this room. I banged on the door loudly, screaming and cursing as hard as I could, but

stard! Get me out of

d disappeared around the corner. I was completely alone in thi

't going to gi

ape route, but again I had to swallow my disappointment because the bathroom had no windows. The ventilation came from a vent wit

my mother up here once th

mm

Mom had to deal with a man like Joshua and even intende

gainst the headboard and hugged my knees to my chest. I had just had a long a

ou leave me like

s flooded my mind. I wanted to see her and hold her hand. I wished I could

ace, Mom. I