Modern Books for Women
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The Price Of His Public Betrayal
On New Year's Eve, I was ready to go public with my secret boyfriend of a year, Alberto. Instead, I watched him kiss another woman and announce their engagement in front of my own parents. He didn't just break my heart; he publicly humiliated me. "And this is Charlotte," he said with a cold smile. "She's like a little sister to me." He had systematically erased every trace of our year together, even packing my things from his apartment-our home-into a storage unit to make room for his new fiancée. A year of stolen kisses and whispered promises, all a lie. He had used me, then tried to erase me, expecting me to quietly disappear. But when I quit my job, he tracked me down at the airport, thinking he could threaten me back into line. Instead, I gave him an ultimatum: transfer $100,000 to my account, or his new fiancée would get a full, detailed history of our 'secret affair,' complete with screenshots./0/85203/coverorgin.jpg?v=0f20ced7904d1cca0bed8c7f5572eacc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Silent Heartbreak: My Love No Longer Belongs To You
Evelina, a mute girl, married Andreas believing he alone would shield her from a world of misery. Three years later, she carried invisible bruises: a miscarried child, a smirking mistress who shamed her in public, and a husband who treated her as a pawn. Love no longer tempted her, nor did she crave another chance. Andreas thought Evelina would never leave him, but when she walked out without a backward glance, panic set in. "Andreas, face the truth. It's over," Evelina declared firmly. He blinked back tears as he stated, "I can't let go." For the first time, she chose herself-and let her heart lead the way./1/106635/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f330109f94f1fd7e6598b1c4b5082f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spare Part Wife: Liver For His Mistress
I wore my favorite emerald silk dress to Per Se, thinking our third anniversary would finally be the night Darius came back to me. My heart was pounding with hope, but the moment he covered the rim of my champagne glass with a cold, marble-like hand, that hope died. He didn't bring a gift; he brought a personal assistant and a medical consent form. His ex-girlfriend, Hazel, was dying of liver failure, and I was the only compatible match they had found in the world. The realization hit me like a physical blow: he hadn’t married me for love, but for a "harvest." When I screamed that I wasn't a spare part, he didn't even flinch. Instead, he threatened to pull the funding for my grandmother’s Alzheimer’s care, holding the only family I had left hostage to save his "one who got away." He locked me in our penthouse under a high-tech security protocol, guarded by private contractors like a prisoner in a gilded cage. While I was trapped, he was at the hospital holding Hazel’s hand, wearing the Patek Philippe watch I’d bought him for his birthday. I watched their updates on social media, Hazel tagging him as her "hero" and "true love," while I was left alone in the dark. Darius told his lawyers I was just being "dramatic" and that I’d get over it once the settlement check cleared. Every memory of our three years together felt like a long-term investment in an organ transplant. How could I have been so blind? How could the man who promised to cherish me turn into a monster who only saw me as a regenerating asset? I stopped fighting and started calculating. I agreed to the surgery on one condition: a signed divorce decree and an ironclad trust for my grandmother that he could never touch. I refused his millions, took back my maiden name, and walked into that hospital with my head held high. I was giving them the piece of me they wanted, but it was the last thing they would ever take. As the elevator doors closed on Darius's desperate face, I knew that when I woke up, I would finally be free./1/114144/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260424192901&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sewn Lips: Her Silent Cry For Justice
My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed. But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child. My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut. "She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn. As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me. But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call./0/84421/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204617&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fifteen Years: His Turn To Play
The sleek leather of my 50th-floor office chair felt real, the hum of the AC familiar. I was Andrew Scott, Wall Street rising star, not ex-con '734'. Then, the intercom buzzed. My assistant, voice tight with panic: "Mr. Scott, it's Ryan Clark...about Jenny...an accident." A physical blow. The exact same words. Fifteen years in a concrete box, the taste of stale bread, followed by the blinding Hamptons sun, Jenny-my dead wife-laughing with Ryan, their son looking exactly like him. The final memory: a dark New Jersey alley, the smell of garbage and my own blood. It wasn't a nightmare; it was my life, and it ended. But I wasn't dead. My heart pounded, not with fear for the woman I loved and our unborn child as it had before, but with a cold, hard rage. They had played their game, and I had lost everything. Now, it was my turn. And this time, I knew all their moves./1/110546/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260311160306&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Billionaire's Regret For A Ghost
Two years after my death, I was a ghost trapped beside my grandmother, who suffered from Alzheimer's. She still thought I was alive, still trying to contact my ex-boyfriend, Liam. "Do you regret it, Chloe?" Liam's voice was biting and cold. "It's useless. Even if you got down on your knees and begged me, I would never give you another chance." He thought I was still alive. He thought I was manipulating my grandmother to get to him. But I was a ghost, and nothing more. I had left this world a long time ago. Liam was supposed to hate me forever, right up until someone told him the truth. "She's dead! She's been dead for two years. And you killed her." Liam's world shattered. He came looking for me in the most extreme way possible./1/120558/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b9e85dceff776011056b06c05aaffb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress's Lethal Comeback
Five years ago, Avery Knox was framed for manslaughter, betrayed by her powerful family, and disowned. Now, she was a lethal black-ops commander known as "Wraith," operating deep in the shadows. Her cold, disciplined world shattered when her emergency sat-phone rang for the first time in five years. Her ten-year-old brother, Ethan, had been kidnapped by a ruthless trafficking syndicate. Avery hijacked a military transport, slaughtered the traffickers in the jungle, and brought her terrified brother back to their hometown. But the nightmare hadn't ended. The moment she stepped into her childhood home, she found her cousin Jared—the very man who had helped send her to prison—pinning her mother to the couch, tearing at her clothes. He was trying to force her mother to sign away the remains of their family company. When Jared saw Avery, he wasn't afraid. "You're a convicted felon. Who the hell let you back here?" He threatened to tell the police she had kidnapped Ethan, and then lunged forward, trying to snap the little boy's neck right in front of her. Avery looked at the cousin who had traded her freedom for his reputation. She had spent five years surviving in hell, losing everything, while they lived in luxury. How could their greed and cruelty still know no bounds? The last shred of the helpless girl they once knew died completely. Avery stepped forward and methodically shattered Jared's wrists and kneecaps, listening to his agonizing screams. Then, she pulled out her encrypted phone and sent a single message to her strike team. She wasn't just going to protect her family; she was going to wipe the entire Knox empire off the map./0/85829/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210844&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Betrayal's Chill
The biting cold was the first thing I felt, deep in the walk-in freezer where Chloe, my wife of five years, had locked me. My punishment for accidentally breaking an outrageously expensive Patek Philippe, a gift not for me, but for Liam O'Connell, her "soulmate" who was returning to the US today. Hours earlier, her face had turned to ice, her voice dangerously quiet, "You clumsy fool! Do you have any idea what you've done?" Her grip like steel, she' d shoved me inside, snarling, "Two hours. Think about what you did," before the heavy door slammed shut. I had loved her, so much so that I' d sold my firm and inheritance to free her from gambling debts, thinking my selfless love had won her heart. A dream shattered by a hidden journal revealing her rage, resentment, and her true love for Liam, whispering to our son, Leo, "This is your real dad." Now, shivering, I heard a muffled thud, then another, against the door, and Leo' s small voice screaming, "Get out! You made Mom unhappy! Get out of here!" A harder kick, "I don't want you as my dad anymore!" My spirit shattered into a million tiny pieces, the cold from the freezer nothing compared to the chill in my soul. Just as consciousness faded, Chloe unlatched the door, the kitchen light blinding me. She found me collapsed, feverish, but her face was a mask of irritation, annoyed she' d been caught, already on the phone with Liam, gushing, "Leo? Oh, he's wonderful. He calls you 'Dad' all the time now. He can't wait to see you." My son looked down at me, his face twisted in disgust, "You're pathetic." That was the moment. The last flicker of hope died. I stumbled to the guest room, my hands shaking. Ignoring calls, I booked a one-way international flight to anywhere, vowing never to return. Two days later, Chloe was seen on the news, chasing my taxi to the airport, screaming my name in a public meltdown no one, least of all me, could have predicted. I still had no idea how deep her betrayal ran./1/109451/coverorgin.jpg?v=99185c23e86728137b82a6a1ae818c0a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Perfect Lie: The Empire Heiress
In a world ruled by power and illusion, the most dangerous role is playing yourself. When scandal detonates inside the powerful Laurent empire, its fragile heiress, Georgia Laurent, vanishes from public view. Investors panic. Markets wobble. The media circles like vultures. Then Georgia returns. Perfectly styled. Perfectly composed. Perfectly convincing. There's just one problem. She isn't Georgia Laurent. She's Sharon Beckley - a struggling actress drowning in debt and one missed audition away from losing everything. When the enigmatic fixer James Barnett offers her an obscene amount of money to impersonate the heiress "temporarily," Sharon accepts. It's a role with strict rules: smile for cameras, memorize the biography, sign where instructed, and never ask questions. But behind the mirrored walls of the Laurent estate, Sharon discovers this isn't damage control. It's containment. Locked wings of the mansion. Security systems recently upgraded. Burned files in marble fireplaces. Offshore accounts bleeding billions from Laurent Global Holdings. And whispers of a former executive whose fatal accident may have been murder. When Sharon pushes too far, the pressure shifts. Surveillance tightens. James grows colder. The board becomes ruthless. Then the real Georgia disappears. No flight records. No secure messages. No proof she's alive. And suddenly Sharon understands the truth: she wasn't hired to stand in. She was selected to replace. Now trapped inside a stolen identity with powerful men determined to preserve the illusion, Sharon faces an impossible choice - become Georgia completely and inherit an empire built on blood... Or expose the conspiracy and risk being erased permanently. Because in the Laurent world, identities are assets. And only one Georgia Laurent is allowed to exist./1/115865/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260515140553&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Bride: Now Call Me Auntie, Darling
On the eve of my glamorous Waldorf Astoria wedding, I went to the penthouse to surprise my fiancé, Hugh, wearing my late mother's heirloom pearls. Instead, I heard my stepsister's familiar laugh and caught them tangled together on the sofa. Through the cracked door, I heard Hugh slur that he was only marrying me for my family's financial backing. "As soon as I secure my inheritance, she's the first thing I'm getting rid of," he promised her. Floy giggled and asked for my mother's pearl necklace, my only legacy. Hugh agreed without hesitation, mocking my dead mother's naivety and my desperate dreams of building a family. Every sweet word he had ever said was a lie, a knife he had been patiently sliding between my ribs for years. They planned to strip me of everything the moment I signed the prenup. I didn't cry or scream. The crushing weight of their betrayal hollowed me out, leaving behind a terrifying, absolute calm. Why should I be the one to lose everything while they stole my future and insulted my mother's memory? I calmly walked down the hall, set the prenuptial agreement on fire, and vanished into the rainy night. If Hugh wanted to play dirty for the Maxwell empire, I would play for keeps. Using a forgotten, century-old family covenant, I was going to marry Hugh's uncle-the comatose, paralyzed war hero, Fleet Maxwell. I would return not as a naive bride, but as their worst nightmare: his aunt, and the new lady of the house./1/100378/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106220930&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Innkeeper's Secret: His Daughter
I was the wife of a tech mogul I' d built from nothing. I even hired his new assistant, a woman who looked just like his dead mother, thinking I was giving him a piece of his past back. Then I discovered the truth. He wasn't just sleeping with her-she was pregnant with his son. And for months, the prenatal vitamins he lovingly gave me every morning were nothing but sugar pills. The shock of their betrayal caused me to miscarry our first child. They painted me as a crazy, violent heiress, took my family's company, and left me with nothing but the ashes of the life he'd promised me. But as I stood in our home, ready to burn it all down with me inside, I discovered a miracle: I was pregnant again. I faked my death and disappeared. Five years later, he walked into the quiet inn I now own with his family. And his eyes landed on my daughter./1/105384/coverorgin.jpg?v=bd4e5dccb29b9b693cef400c2a0084ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Blood Bag To Billionaire Queen
For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife to Bart Brown. On our third anniversary, I stood in the kitchen for four hours, preparing his favorite meal with imported truffles, only to receive a cold text command. "Crysta fainted again. Get to the hospital. Now." My rare Rh-negative blood was the only thing the Brown family valued. Bart didn't want a wife; he wanted a walking blood bank for his "sick" best friend, Crysta. While I was fainting from chronic anemia, Crysta was smirking in her hospital bed, clutching Bart's hand and mocking my "peasant" lifestyle. Even his mother treated me like a servant, demanding I vacuum the floors after I'd already offered my veins for the hundredth time. When I finally reached my breaking point and signed the divorce papers, they didn't let me go quietly. They filed a false police report, accusing me of stealing a multi-million dollar diamond necklace just to watch me crawl. I didn't understand how a family could be so heartless. I had cooked their meals, cleaned their house, and literally bled for them, yet they were determined to ruin my life the moment I stopped being useful. Did they really think I was a nobody with nowhere to go? Standing outside the hospital with a bruised wrist and nothing to my name, I didn't cry. I simply took off my cheap wedding ring and dialed a secure line I hadn't touched since the day I married him. "It's me, Dad," I whispered as a fleet of black Maybachs rounded the corner. "The extraction is a go. I'm coming home."/0/86768/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212412&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Wife's Vengeful Return
My fiancé, Daniel, wasn' t just late for our fifth anniversary; his assistant, Sophie, informed me he sent his apologies from a client dinner. I stood in our "Dream Home," a monument to our shared ambitions, feeling an icy premonition. Then, Daniel burst in, a raging storm, accusing me. "What did you do, Olivia?" he snarled. Sophie–his new assistant–was in the hospital, suffering a panic attack, claiming I' d threatened her. His eyes, once full of love, now burned with cold rage fueled by her lies. He seized a glass vase, shattering it against the wall, its splintering echoing my collapsing world. Pinning me against the fireplace, he threatened to destroy my career, to blackball me if I ever went near Sophie again. Later, Sophie herself arrived, dripping fake sympathy and flaunting a new cashmere sweater Daniel had bought her. She spoke of Daniel' s concern, but her words were exquisitely crafted barbs. I was left stunned, struggling to grasp the sudden, brutal betrayal. How could Daniel, the man who' d promised to build worlds with me, believe such blatant lies and turn on me so viciously? It felt impossible, yet here I was, trapped in a nightmare. Days later, finding a tiny stray kitten, Ash, brought a sliver of peace. But it was fleeting. Sophie soon appeared, hysterical, accusing me of poisoning her prize-winning Persian cat. She produced a scrap of my silk scarf, clutched in its paw, as "proof." This time, I refused to be his villain. I vowed to expose her./1/115396/coverorgin.jpg?v=e325a208ed1d0aaf7c409ea7f962223e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Heiress And Her Ruthless Protector
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back. To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars. But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO. And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life. Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce. Then came the real nightmare. Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building. At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER. To top it off, her cousin Josie-who was secretly sleeping with Carlos-held her father's ashes hostage. "Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush. Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow. She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her. But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake. They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York. Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes. "I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."/0/84578/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204949&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scars We Carry
The heavy iron gate of the juvenile detention center groaned open, a sound I had dreamed of for five long years. I stepped out, a small, warm hand in mine-Leo' s. He was my only good thing from that hellhole, a promise to his dying mother. But freedom felt just as suffocating as my cell, because the world outside held nothing but the bitter truth. The Blackwood family, powerful and relentless, had already claimed everything I loved. They had driven my parents to suicide with their lies and pressure, all while I was locked away, helpless, branded "Chloe the Monster." The media fed their narrative, and even my own brother, Daniel, pointed an accusatory finger in court, sealing my fate. Then, a familiar fleet of black luxury cars screeched to a halt, boxing us in. Ethan Blackwood, my former fiancé, stepped out, his handsome face contorted with hatred. He wanted me to suffer, to pay for Sophia, his mother, who now sat in a wheelchair. They forced me to crawl across burning coals, my hands and knees searing, just to protect Leo. But it wasn't enough. They dragged me to my parents' fresh graves, informing me they had "couldn't handle the shame." Then, they tied me to a frame, and Daniel, my own brother, systematically ran me over with a car. My world went black. I woke in a hospital, broken, only to be reunited with Leo, who was terrified, apologizing for something he didn' t understand. The day they took him to a foster home was the hardest of my life, leaving me with a shattered body and no hope. I earned pennies cleaning toilets, clinging to the jar that symbolized my only goal: getting Leo back. Then came the ultimate cruelty: a message from Ethan with a picture of Leo playing by a pool, followed by: "He looked so happy. It's a shame he was so clumsy. This is what happens when you defy me, Chloe. Everything you love will turn to ash." My innocent boy was dead. The grief wasn't despair; it was a blinding, white-hot rage that consumed everything. I found them, Ethan, Daniel, and Sophia at the hospital, and with a primal howl, I confronted them. As their faces twisted in shock and contempt, a horrifying clarity hit me: there was no escape. I shoved Daniel toward Ethan, then, without a second thought, I threw myself through the twelfth-story window. But instead of endless dark, I woke up back in the courtroom, five years earlier, on trial for attempted murder. Daniel was on the stand, about to lie, about to seal my fate. This time, things would be different./0/82701/coverorgin.jpg?v=ccaea9460fe0b0955a414f8c61eaac9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Program Coordinator's Revenge
I was Sarah, a dedicated Program Coordinator at Hope Community Initiatives, genuinely good at my job and deeply committed to our mission. My life was professional, orderly, and I was well-respected. But then Chloe arrived, our new intern, seemingly fresh-faced and innocent, assigned directly to me. What followed was a cascade of bizarre "accidents"-a simple email became a three-hour typo-ridden mess. A crucial grant review meeting was rescheduled to 9 PM, nearly jeopardizing our youth program's lifeline. Then came the staff lunch incident, a severe nut allergy completely disregarded, almost sending a colleague to the hospital, all thanks to Chloe' s "good intentions." The climax dropped like a hammer: bursting into our most critical donor meeting, Chloe, with practiced tears, pointed a shaking finger and wailed that I was bullying her. My own boyfriend and colleague, Mark, shockingly stood up, not to defend me, but to confirm her story and accuse me of disloyalty, of planning to leave for a rival non-profit. David, my boss, instantly fired me, without a second thought. My career, my reputation in the entire local non-profit world, was instantly, brutally destroyed. The accusations, Mark' s shattering betrayal, the loss of everything I' d worked for-it was an unbearable weight. I sank into a profound despair, unable to eat or sleep, feeling myself fall into an endless void. How could a single intern, my supposed protégé, and the man I loved, orchestrate such a complete, devastating undoing of my life? The sheer injustice of it gnawed at my soul; I had been perfectly good at my job, only to be cast aside for a lie. Then, with a jolt, I blinked. I was back at my desk, the familiar hum of the air conditioner, my computer screen showing Chloe' s first day. A do-over. The nightmare was real, but this time, the rules had changed, and I was ready to play./1/116335/coverorgin.jpg?v=10ef75e53e465b56abe53597b56d5c39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret Genius Nanny
Maya desperately needed the exclusive nanny position at the Beaumont estate to pay for her sister's life-saving medical care. But when she actually entered the door, she found that this job wasn't that easy to do either-- Because she is too young, the second son of the Beaumont family is suspicious and accuses her of scheming to attract men; Because she was too beautiful, the third son of the Beaumont family was lecherous and kept pressing towards her step by step; Even the man who was blessed with unique advantages and stood at the top of the world spoke coldly, doubting her motives. Maya ignores all of this and only does her job well. Medical skills, Tonic Diet conditioning, early education enlightenment, psychological counseling for puerpera...... Proficient in everything. The babies in her hands are all healthy, chubby, and don't cry or fuss, obedient like fairy babies. All the wealthy families in the capital were shocked and envious, offering sky high prices to poach her! Compete with her! Please her! The Beaumont family, however, began to be unhappy: "You can steal my business, but you can't steal my exclusive nanny!" At this moment, the noble figure also handed over his household registration book - "A 300 month old baby, seeking lifelong care." Maya:....../0/83014/coverorgin.jpg?v=35fd6ae85d161d6578335185a9eb409d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Sabotaged Wife
My life as a promising architect shattered two years ago by a "skiing accident" that left me paralyzed. My charismatic husband, Ethan, installed smart home devices "for my safety," always smoothing over my dependence with a loving smile. Then, a blinking red light from a new smoke detector revealed his true intentions. It was a camera, and he was watching my every move. My stomach twisted when I found more, hidden everywhere, even as he was betraying me with his young marketing associate, Chloe-who was pregnant. He wasn't just watching me; he was planning to make me adopt their child, his "heir," leveraging my supposed inability to conceive after the "accident." He even brought Chloe into our home as my "personal assistant," her smug smile a constant torment. The surveillance wasn't for safety; it was to ensure my captivity. But the real horror struck at a gala when I stumbled, stood, and then overheard Ethan railing at a doctor about medication and therapies designed to keep me disabled. My "accident" wasn't an accident. He caused it, then actively sabotaged my recovery for two years. He wanted me broken, dependent, so he could control me and parade his mistress's baby as his own. My fury ignited into an undeniable resolve. He wanted a helpless wife? He got a woman ready to dismantle his entire world. I pulled out the burner phone I' d hidden for this very moment. My escape wasn't just a fantasy anymore; it was my next step./0/66901/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250524030541&imageMogr2/format/webp)
CEO'S SALVATION : HER HALO
Debbie Griffin, second born of the Griffin's sees herself been drawn to the darkness after the death of her parents . And the continuous torment that keeps her awake at night, she waltz into Alexander Jefferson world a young billionaire who has his own demons lurking in the shadows. What happens when they cross paths? Would she accepts a marriage of inconvenience ? What would be the fate of their lives when Debbie finds out the very secret that led to her torments? Wanna find out? Yallah!! ------------ "I didn't do it- I didn't do it" the voice repeated in distress. She move in that direction. "Who's there?" Debbie asked getting all sweaty,she couldn't help but be drawn to the voice. She moved closer to see a manly figure shaking. He was facing the walls so she couldn't see his face. "I didn't do it, please stop leave me alone!" Alex cries to himself dragging his hair and cutting himself. Debbie fearfully shifts backwards but stood wondering why he was acting unstable. "Hey,just calm down okay you are fine" Debbie said softly moving closer to him having no idea why she's doing this./0/85830/coverorgin.jpg?v=abb197af10e58681697c58011f19a484&imageMogr2/format/webp)
