Olivia is a shy, reserved, and lonely 24 years old lady who had fallen in love with a man that ended up marrying her twin sister Sophia, right before her eyes. Since her sister was the exact opposite of her -fierce, loving, sociable, elegant, fashio...
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"Baby please..." he started but I couldn't bear to hear his voice.
"I swear to God Andrea, if you so much as try to tell me that it's not what I think, I'll pull out your fucking gun and blow your goddamn head off." I threatened and meant every word I said.
"Babe please, just listen to me. i..." he said as he tried to touch me but I recoiled from his advance.
"I was such a fool, all this time." I ranted interruptedly.
I don't want to be here, I feel very suffocated. I need to get out of here asap.
So I turned towards the door to leave. As I was almost at the door, he held me back but I brushed off his hand roughly.
Then I turned to him and my eyes landed on the wedding ring on my finger.
Who would have thought that this ring he had gifted me with a smile would suddenly turn into a hot loop threatening to burn off my finger?
I hastily pulled the damn band off my finger and threw it at him to his dismay.
Damn! I really should get out of here before my temper would get the best of me.
But when I turned around again to leave, he rushed at me and gave me a back hug.
I tried to resist him, but he was taller and had broad chest and shoulders- he had me locked in his hug.
His touch aggravates me and makes me want to really hurt him.
"Let me go..." I stated calmly, but he didn't bulge.
"...Leave me the fuck alone before I really hurt you- you asshole!" I yelled at the top of my voice.
"I can't do that, I'll never do that. I know if you step your foot out of the room, you'll never return- I know you. Please Love, let's talk things over. Please." He pleaded while still holding me in a back hug.
How dear he call me that? He has lost that right.
Infuriated with anger, I sent my left elbow to his body with all my strength and made a forceful impact to his chest.
Immediately, his grip on me loosened as he slowly dropped to the ground groaning in pain.
I didn't turn around to look at him- I didn't want to, even though I knew he was in pain.
I was finally free from his neausing touch, so I just dashed out of the room not giving a second thought about anything else.
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I present to you my new work, HIS HEART; MY MAFIA
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Please, also check out A LETTER TO ROSE (Casa De Amor)
