Turn for the Worst
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Have you ever had that feeling that something is about to go wrong right before it does?
Well that's how I felt right before my life changed.
So next time you get that feeling do not hesitate to prepare yourself, because I didn't and look where I ended up...
On my way out the window, something hooked into the collar of my dress, almost strangling me in the process. I let out a small squeak. Strong arms pulled me back through the window as if I was light weight.
On my way back through I felt something sharp prick my side. I cried out in pain. "You prick." I hissed at the asshole, who both saved and damaged me.
"Yeah, well this prick just saved your life."Jeremy replied.
"And damaged my fucking side." I muttered, still in pain.
He smirked. "Well, had you successfully jumped. You would have damaged more than your fucking side." He said hunched over my head.
"No I wouldn't-." He pointed for me to look out the window. I gave him a look that said: 'do I look like I can move?'...
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"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!
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