(Book 2 of 'YOU ARE MINE ' series)
A DARK ROMANCE BOOK!!!
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬; 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬.
She doesn't want him, but he wants her. He will do whatever it takes...
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I sink into the abyss of his eyes, lost in the darkness, needing no escape.
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I was in a dimly lit room, shadows dancing eerily on the walls. My mother’s voice floated through the darkness, soft and haunting.
"Kiara," she whispered, her tone almost ethereal. I turned and saw her reflected in the broken mirror, her eyes hollow and her face twisted in an unsettling smile.
“Mumma,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
"Are you falling in love, Kiara?" she asked. Her eyes seemed to bore into mine, filled with an unsettling emptiness.
"No," I replied, but I couldn’t meet her gaze. A chill ran down my spine.
"Are you lying to me?" Her voice quivered with a sadness that felt like icy fingers gripping my heart. I could see her reflection getting more distorted in the cracked glass, her face shifting grotesquely.
"I once loved, and it tore me apart," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Sweetheart, what did I tell you?" she asked, her voice echoing eerily.
"To never let anyone break my heart," I answered. She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving the shattered mirror.
"Don’t make my mistakes, Kiara," she said, her voice barely a whisper. Then, she picked up a jagged shard of the mirror. The sharp edge glinted menacingly in the faint light.
"Mumma, no!" I cried out, but my voice felt like it was swallowed by the darkness. She pressed the shard against her wrist, her movements slow and deliberate.
Blood started to flow, dark and thick, pooling around her. The sight was horrifying, and the room seemed to grow colder. The blood dripped onto the floor, forming dark, spreading puddles.
"Help me, Mumma!" I screamed, but my voice seemed to fade into the void. The room felt like it was closing in on me, suffocating me with its darkness.
Suddenly, I saw my father’s black shoes step into view. His presence was menacing, his face hidden in shadow.
"Stop being so pathetic and wipe those tears," he said, his voice cold and harsh. His words felt like a sharp knife in my chest. I tried to wipe my tears, but my hands were trembling uncontrollably.
