Married To The Ruthless Alpha

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ot the whole time in the world

ut that isn't the case. So far, all she has done is yell at me, pull me by the hair, call me all sorts of names, and ditch a

k sent a shiver down my spine and her only source of pleasure was fou

different from her—they are worse—there isn't any choice

ed to be careful. I wouldn't want to lock eyes with the contemptuous face she wore. My skin, although pale, was already littered with scars an

othing adopted parents didn't see it fit to

, and left to rot in the bins but that isn't my case. And Evelyn, rather than help me get ready for the unfortunate wedding, happening on an

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ith frustration to the reflection staring back at me. Maybe a ponytail would be better but considering I'm going to a wedding, I shov

t talking to some goddamned lover on the other end of the line. Not like I cared by the way. I'm

ed by it some hours ago by the same lady who is responsible for see

now glow more. It seems as if

r the past twenty-four hours. Thanks to Mrs Rex, the Luna, and assisted by her good-for-nothing daughter, who made sure I did the dishes and mop the floors before anything else. I just finished mopping the floors when Alpha Rex walked in. Looking pissed a

the guy who couldn't take his eyes off my body even though he is set to get married to a sexy devil. Thank goodness fo

r I'm locked up for making someone slip over as a result of my mopping, or when I get pounced on by Evelyn.

don't delay whoever is waiting for me. Although she must see me outside after, her presenc

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a scar. The dark spot, visible like it happened yesterday. I picked up the bracelet and smiled once more. Even though my life is miserable, there were still moments I could smile up