Past was Bitter

Past was Bitter

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Loving her own Brother's Best friend is not easy, the conflicts to hide from others but not from that one person whom she loves the most. Her first crush and love is only one person but he don't love her like that when they got in forced marriage. For him, she become one of the worst pain. . . . over a period of time the hatred converts into the worst obsession when he doesn't even know how to breathe without her being close. ______________________________________________________ Disclaimer⚠ • English is not my first language, so sorry for mistakes. • Curse words. • Some fighting scene • Little heart break. • Mature scenes . . Thank you. Take Care Gems 💚 Vote and read.......
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"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

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