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Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story.

Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story.

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Chapter 1 1]

Word Count: 1210    |    Released on: 17/08/2021

by the time I turned 22. I would have met the man of my dreams, who would wine and d

mbles, shattering all my hopes and dreams in on

ounds more forcefully against the thick wood, violentl

ob, my quivering hand

he declares. "One simple job and

jo

ugh at his friends jokes even though

wandered off and I quickly found myself daydreaming about how different my life

to the ground sending me toppling over in my chair with a harsh sneer that had my insides churnin

o

person is. Let me give you a brief introduct

fuck who can't think for himself and his most prized possessio

ts and his

thing fear-infused male vessel who enjoys us

xcitement quickly wore off like a lit candle trying its best

complexion with lovely shades of blue, purple, and yellow

e a year ago that left him paralysed on one side of his body and a week ago, I learned that my father had suff

me, his face flushed, his fists clenched, and the devil in his eyes. He grabs me by the hair and drag

gh the living room, where his other mobster buddies are gathered

nd laughs wildly. "Occasionally, all she needs is a good root to remind her who she belongs to boys. Ke

his boys, boasting as if he were the man, I turn my head to t

ps himself as his face turns bright red and his eyes bulge out of their sockets. I shove him to the ground with all

arp clicking sound through the atmosphere. I clutch at my neck, my fingers wrapping around my throat as I

on, its repulsive scent lingering down the neighbourh

grazing my arm in the process. The pain lasts for a millisecond, solely because I'm running on pure adr

that men are naturally faster, and his hands encircle my waist, draggi

!" As he flings me to the g

ng to my feet with fear written all

... just leave me alone," I plead, casting a glance around our

hip between us?" He shakes his head in displeasure,

alling on mine. "If you're going to drag her ass home, I highly suggest you do it right now because Tre

clutches my upper arm, causing a pinch of pain in the process. "For 48 hours, I'll keep my door open for you, after t

adding of my bra and don't look back until I enter a pub crowded with men in suits. As I make my way

I think to myself, slippi

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