Atlas Black
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𝐋𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯𝐚:
Best friends with Atlas Black for 7 years, secretly in love with him, but the messages and e-mails suddenly stop coming once I'm in his state.
Then comes Aiden Grey. The guy I despised. The guy I fell in love with. The guy I gave myself too. My saving grace from the betrayal I felt from my best friend for 7 years.
But everything is not what seems.
Aiden Grey is not who he says is.
Atlas Black re-enters my life.
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𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤:
Llana Morozova. Once I saw her, I knew I had to keep my distance. She's devastated that I didn't respond back maybe it's for the best. I'm a liar, a criminal, a thief. Im bad for her, she's worse for me. She's like an addictive drug I cannot get rid of. There's a pull that keeps leading me to her.
But I'm not Atlas Black here. I'm Aiden Grey.
A Fake identity to cover up my tracks so that I won't be made to do the unthinkable. Abduct her. Whisk her away for my Father to use as leverage against the Morozov's.
She can't find out it's me. She needs to believe I'm bad. And that's exactly what I'm going to do.
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