People say love is like a unbreakable chain. A chain is not easily broken. Tug, pull, and hit it but its not effective. Love is often compared to a chain. A chain bonds something together like true love does with people. The chains of love are not easily broken but what happens when rust begins to form. The rust of lies, infidelity, deceit, manipulation, anger, insecurities, and even murder. Rust makes a chain as brittle as a branch off a willow tree. Will they make it? Can their chains hold out? Will true love never die? *Warning Warning Warning: At times this story will have some Lemon*