Book two of the temptation series AND ISN'T A STANDALONE He had my heart until he didn't. We were each other's escape from our hectic worlds, he showed me the light in the darkness, just as I did to him. But when everything had gone too smoothly, my suspicions grew bringing along the alarming bells. Our little fairy tale shattered when he discovered who my father was, his parent's killer. He abandoned me like I meant nothing to him. I had a little hope when I needed him the most, I wanted him to free me out of the hell I was suffering in since my desire for a glimpse of my forbidden heaven grew out of control. My letter for freedom went unanswered, he was so cruel for that. He caused my heart, my whole soul to bleed endless hatred that bloomed after he returned claiming that he wants peace between our rival families by a marriage to come to a "compromise" which was his first step of revenge that he promised years ago. I expected to meet the hero of my past, instead, I met the villain of my future.

Book one of the temptation series AND ISN'T A STANDALONE ❦︎𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❦︎ ❦︎𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞?❦︎ ❦︎𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫❦︎ We were 'hate' fucking. I hid my gun underneath the bed because I don't fully trust him. He is unpredictable. I moaned, not able to hold back the way that made me feel and as I slowly recovered from it, he spanked me one last time before he pulled out. He stood up, grabbed his scattered clothes all over the room as he pointed a finger " Don't forget that, this doesn't change anything between us " I lifted myself unable to move due to the ache between my legs. He instantly pinned my naked body to the wall, a hand cupping my throat with a tight grip whilst he placed the other beside the left side of my head on the wall. I gasped with shock."You are mine to fuck.My enemy and mine alone." He demanded with a husky voice. He put on his black shirt and I take the chance to tug him, our lips inches apart. "If I am yours, then you are mine" I mumble slowly. He smiled at himself, his dimples appearing.

"If you bite my lip or kiss my neck again I swear i will rip your fucking clothes off." He said almost whispering into my ear with a hard and slow tone. God, was he sexy?' when bea comes back home many things have changed her friends are against her because of what she's done to herself, that being dysfunctional coping skills like self harm to her depression after being sent away for treatment she's back home clean and ready to live life whoever the hell she wants. that including bad boy Christopher owen. Who 'doesn't do relationships' and is not ready to be changed. Or is he? this story involves a lot of smoking so if anyone is dead against that please leave. it is merely used to develop the characters. I don't think it's cool to smoke. this is not a very clichey kind of story so it is not your regular bad boy good girl story. i believe girls can be badasses too. do not read if under 13! OR are triggered by any mention of depression habits. what else????.....oh please leave constructive feedback not hatefull coments please. DISCLAIMER-------------------------->This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, leaving or dead, is coincidental. I have never been to England so i do not guarantee that this is accurate. Culturally speaking. -explicit language and sexual words used-