A Dream To Forget

A Dream To Forget

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 10, 2024
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Romance
I had his heart till he lost it... Living alone now I despise him. A girl from Italy, born with a silver spoon meets the future French Don's younger brother as she attends a family gathering. Feeling betrayed by her family, she no longer wants to be there. She feels surprised - rather shocked and disgusted by her fiancé, however she can do nothing. A boy from France, born with old money meets the Dean of the Royal Academy of Dermatology of Italy. Totally indulged in their meeting again, he cannot help but create opportunities with her alone. Having "nothing involved" with her, he cannot help but grasp the chance to meet her. Twisted entrapped love intertwines and connects the two even if they don't want to. "i miss you maybe, but it's too late baby"
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CURRENTLY EDITING SOME CHAPTERS, SO APOLOGIES IF ANYTHING DOESNT QUITE ADD UP YET! (You may notice a few inconsistencies while I work on it, but everything will be fixed once the edits are complete. Thank you for your patience!) She wanted to see the world. Instead, she became a prisoner of the man who rules the shadows. He kidnapped her because he thought she knew too much. She knew nothing. Now she has two choices: work for the man who stole her freedom - or die. -- "I can see it, you know," he continues, his voice as smooth and dangerous as the edge of a blade. "The fear you're trying so hard to hide. The way your hands tremble ever so slightly, the way your breath catches in your throat when I'm close like this." My hands instinctively curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I struggle to maintain control. He tilts his head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey, his proximity suffocating. "You should be scared," he says, the words laced with an unsettling certainty. "Because when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left of that defiance you're so proud of." A shiver runs down my spine. "I've faced worse than you," I manage to grit out, though my voice is barely above a whisper. "And I'm still standing." His lips curve into a sinister smile, a glint of something dark and twisted flashing in his eyes. "We'll see how long that lasts." "Let's go." "No." --

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