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Smith. It's t
r which my father worked as a designer and lost his life because of that cruel man Arthur Smith. I recognized those red curls as soon as she entered the door, Amara was drooling over me since the se
would do anything to keep me near. He did what I expected, and invited me for dinner at his home to show off. To show me his precious family with his second wife and his two daughters. It was like I was retu
, If I'm not wrong." I couldn't
here soon." Arthur forced
against her father? The door ra
via." Her mothe
ivia, mentioned my name w
doesn't even have a tomb to cry for! So don't tell me that he is. No, I don't allow you!
r hand and when I touched her it was so damn difficult not to have her. She exchanged some words with her father or better say he criticized her because I knew A
t friend's death." I knew Amara disliked her step-sister and never accepte
as blind to
d? My condolences."
sister is very spoiled and a drama
hing and she keeps
important person to your siste
ather passed away in a tragic accident when one of our buildin
hest in my direction a
e guy just went missing?" I asked but I shoul
ut he fell for me. Can you blame him? So If he was alive he would have
ger than us, and so pure back then. My thoughts were interrupted and Amara covered her thighs
of me because the seat next to her was for her fiance who came b
rstanding her father's plot, giving me his single daughter because the other one had a fiance. And because giv
was enormous, I had the habit of throwing my arm around her neck or waist. Or kissi
iv
Her sister had to take her to those clubs where the youth goes to loud music. But Olivia, she never like
e to drink? She has
turned his head slowly toward me with a threatening smirk on h
lways wants to be in control of her actions." My mother ad
d from my thigh but he was stronger, he strengthened his grip, which would probably leave a mark on my skin. I leaned closer
hand off or I'll cut your fingers,
winked, whis
d continued his conversation asking my sister's fiance Roland about his job. I took the knife from the table, sneaking it under the table a
remained static, with no sign of pain, no sign of burning. I sighed in surrender leaning to take a paper towel to
yourself!" The man next to me took the k
narrowed my eyes on the blood
d you do baby?" My m
Only Daniel did that whenever I got hurt, he said it would hurt less, and then he would kiss the place where the wound would be. Where are you, Daniel? My
ng upstairs to my room. I missed Daniel so much, no