Could this be love?

Could this be love?

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Raven was the smart one, at least that's what everyone keeps telling her but what others didn't know is that Raven has a secret . She keeps it well hidden and live her life according to the things she cares about. That is family, work and reading. Anything after that she didn't care. Recovering from the death of her sister K.P and a devastating relationship gone wrong all Raven wants is to spent time with her family, work and read her steamy romance books..... but after receiving one phone call that left her feeling things she has never felt before....... then meeting her new partner at the law firm, who has her breathless and bothered the whispers of words..... There are choices to be make and dark past to be reveal, her calm life is about to be shattered, will she be able to withstand the storm.
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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