"HOW COULD YOU, MOM!" I screehed angrily at her for the eemptieth time, my voice throaty, spitting out the words 'mom' like venom on my tongue. I tried to confront her, but Peter's arm were draped around my body, restraining me from performing any vicious action.
"Its not my fault, okay!" She snapped back at me, her voice dripping with a sorrow-like frustration.
She sat with her knees on the floor, weeping in the pool of her own tears, her once gleaming expressionless silver-like eyes,now bloodshot, red.
I spun on my heels and strutted away, tearing off my sore eyes, not bearing to take in anymore of the scene before me.
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"Yes, they're are," I say to him unsurely not knowing what he was driving at.
"Wow, that's surprising because you look nothing like them!"
Color drains from my face. My heart beat quickens thumping hard against my ribcage, I could not have noticed that we didn't have any resemblance. Does it mean that...? No way!
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What if there was someone who the world never knew existed, someone lurking in the deepest hidden shadows of the world, someone dark and lonely, hidden. That person is Dana Wilson.
She spent seventeen years of her life locked inside her house, being kept a secret, by her forlorn parents for a reason oblivious to her. They succeeded in keeping a significant secret away from her, away from the world, but it stutters until...
When her curiousity and need for freedom becomes ruthless, it will destroy anything, anyone who comes in her way. She finds out her parents deepest secrets, that had been undisclosed for years. It shocks her to her marrow, ties her life into knots. But why did they do it?
~Hidden Secrets
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"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me.
"I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice.
He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine.
He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch."
He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again.
I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't."
He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?"
He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core.
No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close.
He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife."
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Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her.
But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt?
or
There's something more in this?
But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them?
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