As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story.

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*