My Boyfriend's Brother

My Boyfriend's Brother

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They say the past always catches up to you eventually. Unluckly for Rachel Green, her past was full of misery and bad life choices. Rachel Green is no saint . Money has aways won the fight between good and bad in her life and she has never seen the need to battle her demons. When she finds herself in a love quadrilateral with the rich/famous Besmear brothers and wife and a trilling fight for her life, she soon realizes the depth of her past descisions and with the help of an unwanted aquaintance she seeks to make her past better. But, is it too late? On this path Rachel must make amends with her demons (past) and her present. Journey with us as we unravel the secrets, mystery and maybe, just maybe, undeniable true love.
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Life was going okay...until I found out I had a stalker. That's when everything changed. ~~~~~ That’s when I heard the fence give way. I bolted for my left and sprinted as fast as I could. The rain burned my eyes and I had no idea where I was going. I was running blindly in a dark alleyway to God knew where. And, somehow, I knew I wouldn’t make it through without being caught. All of a sudden, I felt myself hurtling through the air. I let out a scream when my head made sickeningly painful contact with the slimy ground beneath me. That’s when he caught up with me. That’s when he dragged me to my feet, only eyes visible beneath his black mask. That’s when he whispered, ‘Keep still, and you won’t get hurt.’ Stupidly and feebly, I thrashed in his grip. And that’s when I caught a glimpse of the wet blade that glistened with rain drops, before he pressed it against my throat. Cliche, with a twist. Enjoy :) (It's better than it sounds, I promise!) #166 Mystery/Thriller #230 Romance

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