chapter one.

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Bella's POV

I woke up to find that my step mum who brutally murdered my biological mum had sold me to a mafia because she owed them money.

Typical day in my life I guess.

I throw my luscious, delightful, ravishing, heavenly, stunning, glamorous, irresistible, bewitching, elegant, exquisite, aesthetic, cute, foxy, ethereal, pulchritudinous golden blonde hair into a bun before throwing on my Pinterest worthy outfit and packed my bags.
I didn't really look at what I was putting into my bad because...I'm not like other girls.

When I arrive at the mansion I am met by a man named mateo.
He's the guy I've been sold to.

And wow.

He is this muscular, handsome, attractive, gorgeous, fine, stunning, personable, comely, knockout, striking, cute, fanciable, good-looking, hot, slightly, aesthetic, beauteous, fetching, fit, ravishing, suave, dapper, elegant, fair, spunky, virile, athletic, clean-cut, drop-dead, fashionable, noble, robust, sharp, smooth, spruce, strong, tasty, well-formed, well-flavoured, well-dressed, well proportioned hunk of a man.

With tattoos covering his strong arms, I would gladly let him pick me up and throw me down the stairs if he desired.
He walked over to me and took hold of my hand and began to guide me inside.
Sparks flew and I just knew this man I would marry.

As soon as we made eye contact he dragged me into his room and pushed me onto his bed, "I must have you now." He said, whipping out his pork sword and plunging it deep into my meat curtains.
I moaned vigorously as he continued to thrust his bacon bazooka into my Alabama hot pocket.

Soon enough, we were getting married.

Then, we had kids.

We were happy.

I looked over at my husband as he smirked.
I felt a warm feeling in my stomach, it was welcoming and loving.
I looked down, then back up to meet his eyes.
Blood poured from my stomach as he roughly removed the knife he had just lodged into my stomach and plunged it into my chest.
I fell to the floor, my time had come.
I smiled weakly.
"I love you" I whisper before suddenly jumping up and shooting him as well as our children in the head and fleeing to Jamaica.

I'm not like other girls.

The end <33.

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