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An aspiring journalist, Demetria Ellison, has vowed to herself her entire life that she would never fall in love. Meeting a mysterious man one night though, will she be able to push her feelings aside for what she's told herself for as long as she can remember? Wilmer Rodriguez Reyes comes along and does everything he can to sweep Demi off of her feet, but she's still hesitant due to growing up around her parent's toxic relationship. Will Wilmer end Demetria's "Love Drought'?

When nineteen year old Demi is about to start her second year of college, she suddenly gets kicked out of home. With no money to continue her studies or find a place to live, she becomes desperate. Desperate enough that she will do anything to get the money, even getting herself a sugar daddy. What happens when she becomes closer to her sugar daddy than expected? Cover by @ConfidentBitcxh

My skin glistened under the production lights as sweat covered every inch of my body. His body on top of mine, grinding against my hips as my body reacted in its own way. A moan slipped from my lips as he pressed against me, even the slightest touch made me squirm, I was right on the edge. I knew he was feeling the same, I could feel that he was feeling the same. Neither of us would admit it though.

"He's your abuser, not your lover" He told me, his dark eyes looking into mine as the tears streaming down my cheeks revealed the purple marks staining my skin. I shook my head, "He loves me, and I love him... He hurts me because I do stuff wrong" I explained, "Demetria, you're not doing a thing wrong" "I must be, there's no other reason" "He's a psychopath" "He's my husband..."

16 years after The Life She Lies, Demi and Wilmer have successfully raised two children who are now aged 15 and 17. This story is full of loving ups, and painful downs as the third and last instalment of 'The Lies' series.

Sequel to The Way He Lies Look at yourself. Take a look at yourself. Stand in front of the mirror, and stare the reflection that looks back at you right in the eyes. This is what you created. The life you've created for yourself. The person that your friends know, your family knows, that you know better than anyone. Do you like your life? Or do you wish you could turn back time and re-write your story? That's what I did, or what I tried to do. I'm not sure what I tried to do. Was I re-writing my past or just simply running away from it? It definitely seemed easier to run. It wasn't so easy to re-write your past though, it would be like messily scribbling out lines written in dark blue pen, people could still see the mistakes you had made while seeing that you're trying to correct them. Where as running? No one needs to know anything. So tell me, which choice do you think I made?