Warning: Contains swearing, mature language. Not suitable for young readers.
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"I told you to stay away, instead, you kept chasing me. Now that you're in my possession, there's no turning back! You are mine, barbie, and nobody can hav...
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"This is not love, you are fucking sick!" naiiyak kong sabi habang pilit na inaalis ang kamay nitong mahigpit na nakahawak sa aking pulsuhan. Nanlilisik ang mga mata nitong nakatitig sa akin.
"If you call it sick, then I am sick! I'm fucking sick!" matigas na sagot nito sa mababa ngunit punung-puno ng galit ang boses nito. Kahit pigil na pigil ito, ramdam na ramdam ko ang nagsusumigaw nitong poot. "You are fucking mine, Cheska! Naiintindihan mo? Walang pwedeng humawak sayo, kahit daliri mo. Lahat ng iyan, akin, at ako lang ang may karapatang hawakan ka," his jaw were tight as he declared it pompously. His eyes fuming, and I feel lost. Hindi ito ang lalaking minahal ko.
He changed into something more than evil. Luciano Montevarra was calm, though he is always bad tempered to me, I never thought he would be this bad.
He's is possessive, obsessed and I feel like falling into the pit of hell, but I still love him.
I'm still in love with this guy who have a possessive obsessive disorder.
