Corrupt (Explicit)

Corrupt (Explicit)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 9, 2017
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p r o l o g u e She curled up in bed and looked at the other side to avoid the smile plastered on his face for what seemed like hours already and shut her eyes to think with solitude. But he grabs her by the waist and whispers, "I love you so much, I don't think I can ever live without you." She shouts, "Please shut up!" her eyes filled with tears as she tries to avoid herself from blinking because she didn't want him to see her cry for the fourth time today, she was tired of crying but she was too weak to even stop the stream of tears, "Baby whats wrong?" he sat up and pulled her, switched the lights on and carried her like a fragile baby, not letting her go and holding her tight. Under her breath, she replied "I don't know..." he held her hands but she was shaking uncontrollably and she felt as if she has been playing with ice, "Baby, you're shaking." the smile on his face soon turned into this horid expression that he didn't expect to see, furthermore he was determined to never let go of her so pale, veiny and cold body. "I cant-" she mutters over and over. "No, baby please tell me what's wrong." he held her tight against his chest and while he tried his best to stroke her dead hair and prevent her from moaning, she smiled with genuineness, tears streaming down her face and for the first time, looked at him in the eyes and said, "I'm dying and it was wrong of me to think that you can fix me." she paused, now his expression changed into confusion and he was unsure of what she really meant but all he did was stare back into her dark brown eyes that's now as black as coal and hoped for more answers, then she takes a little more air in her system, took every energy in her body and uttered, "Only I can fix me ________________________________________________________________________ Sneak peek of what Corrupt might look like Two Point of Views: Rose Collins and Christian Dean Rated 16+ (Explicit): Strong language, Depictions of violence, Sex, Drugs
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[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

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