Everybody knew the stories, once someone fell to the water, not even the body would emerge. There was not a single soul who managed to save their pitiful existence from the curse of the dark waters... Until me.
I had everything I could want until he took it from me. Now all I have is a goddamn curse and a ton of questions I don't have the answers to. I can hear the desire for revenge calling out to me, but I have a lot of problems to deal with, and as if that wasn't enough, I seem to need the help of my greatest enemy. I'm running out of time, and all this is happening just because I trusted the wrong man. I will make sure I don't make the same mistake again, though... right?
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This is just an online save point for my story. I'm not a native English speaker, so you might notice a mix of British and American spelling. If you spot any inconsistencies, feel free to point them out! I'd also love to hear your thoughts on the story and suggestions for how to improve it.
I've made it out of that nightmare I used to call home. The last person my parents had entrusted with my safety was a lie. The man I was being married off too turned out to be a ruthless monster.
Escape was my only choice if I was going to come out alive. Now, I'm hundreds of miles away from the only home I knew. Living in a car, scraping by.
Enduring what I was afraid of to begin with. A rich girl like me was not meant for the streets. But I'll be damned if they drag me down. If it means survival from here on out to keep me away from the hands of my own family so be it.
But the universe seemed to have a different plan for me. One with three men, 3 bikes and a load of baggage they are not ready to deal with.
Protecting myself is a priority, especially with the life that is growing inside of me.
Distance is key, survival is crucial and staying the hell away from these men is detrimental.
They've got no idea the hell that is me, Juniper Vanderbilt.