That boy, Montana

That boy, Montana

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A twenty-two girl name Winter Iyana Justice, beautiful, smart, feisty successful. her career goals is to open up her own fashion line company she dream to call "Winter's closet" but she haven't made it so far yet, she's working at a hair salon as a hairstylist own by her best friend Kimbella. she's engaged to her boyfriend King, her college lover. things have been rocky in her relationship. here comes this amazing guy name Montana aka Mo. twenty-five years old club owner/business man she finds so attractive. should she go through her wedding? or should she look for new beginnings?
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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