Three years ago I was taken for the better, of course. Now I'm getting married to my Kidnapper's son. Why did I find this okay?

WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS ABUSE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. He stopped in front of me and grabbed a strand of my hair twisting and playing with it. Tears managed to escape from my eyes as I just stared at the ground every breath, seeming like it was my last one. He lifted up my chin making me look into his eyes as he wiped my tears from my face. I tried to say something...anything but my voice and anxiety wouldn't let me. "Why are you walking this late?" He said in a devilish-like voice. I looked at the ground tapping my feet together not saying a word. I looked back into his eyes realizing a smirk was plastered on his face when a deep chuckle erupted from his deep voice, his adams-apple began to bobble. In a second he grabbed my waist pulling me into his chest leaning down close to my ear. "I gave you money I would've thought by now you would've gotten a place to stay for the time being. Yet I still see you on the streets, didn't I tell you I didn't want to see you again?" "I just wanted to use the money wisely." I said nervously as I started to fidget my fingers. His face suddenly turned cold. I felt his grip on me tighten, how can someone change moods so quickly? I waited for him to say something but instead he stared at me intensely. ... Do you believe that things happen unexpectedly for reason or is it all just stupidity.

This isn't your normal story. This is a story about a black girl covered with bruises & A white boy covered with fame and glory. When the two become roommates in college you would've never guessed his rules in his perfect fulfilling life would've changed for one simple black girl.