Love Hurts Doesn't It??

Love Hurts Doesn't It??

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was hanging out on the swings with Harry . Me being 15, him being 16. He and I were laughing at the memory of Him and Jason trying to teach me how to ride a skateboard, I got halfway down my driveway and I slipped and fell into lilac bushes. "HEY!!! At least I got halfway." I defended. Harry smiled but then it faded. "Samantha? Can you promise me, if I tell you something you won't flip out?" I nodded my head on looked up into his deep green eyes. "I'm going on tour with the boys." He said. I froze. My body stopped. No breathing or moving. I opened my mouth to say something but all that came out was a squeak. Tears rolling down my face, I collapsed. Harry bent down and I crawled into is arms, sobbing my broken heart out. He started to calm me down enough for me to choke out "When?" He looked into my dark brown eyes and I looked into his green eyes, as he said "Tomorrow."
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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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