Wicked Games

Wicked Games

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Theirs was a tumultuous beginning. She was a prostitute he saved begrudgingly and he was a warrior who knew nothing other than blood and war. Yet knowing their existence was merely a screw in a cog to a bigger purpose, they found friendship. When scandal forces a man who never thought he would marry and a woman who hates the sight of men, it sets them on a collision course that neither thought their life would take. Theirs is a union of convenience, hatred, and wicked games between life and death. Perhaps they were better off in a backbiting yet harmonious friendship where they knew they could rely on one another than a marriage which threatens the only thing that neither of them ever had from the opposite sex...friendship.
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