My Second Death, Her Sweet Revenge

soft scent of her hair. My arms tightened around her, a desperate,

my voice thick wit

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was like

as gone. I was on a cold, hard floor, surrounded by cameras

pt says you force her! You don't kiss h

s face was a mask of fury. Thi

as

t all started. Before I destroyed ev

ed in a silk gown that clung to her perfect figure. She was the untouchable music mogul, the hei

et. "Sera, I'm sorr

instinct from a life

sease. Her face, which had been a mask of pr

stant held out and meticulously cleaned the back of her

she said, her vo

. How could I explain? How could I tell her I'd come back from

e. She would thi

y voice cracking.

ate and raw. The crew, who ha

n unreadable for a moment before

voice clear and carrying across th

the public rejection echoing in the large studio. This wasn't the Sera I kn

My offi

igging into my skin. She dragged me away from

eats nobodies like you for breakfast. Men who try to us

"You will apologize, and then you will never speak to h

was Sera's cold face. My one goal was to get her ba

n address. "This is her private beach house in Malib

ouse. Maybe she did feel something. Maybe she wanted

e, foolish hope. I parked and walked towards the gat

press the intercom, a

armed me fro

wrapped in a cashmere robe, her arms c

ith contempt. "Get rejected on set, then show up at my