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Till Death Do Us Worse

Till Death Do Us Worse

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 8, 2025
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Romance
Vesper Vaelora was sent to kill him. Sorin Valcrosse was waiting for her. It should have been simple-one bullet, one body, another paycheck. Instead, she ended up tied to a chair, staring into the ice-blue eyes of the most dangerous man in the city. The man she was supposed to put in the ground. The man who now has a knife at her throat and a smirk on his lips. She should be scared. She should be planning her escape. She's doing neither. Because Sorin doesn't want to kill her. He wants to own her. And Vesper? She wants to see what happens when she lets him try. But in a world where loyalty is paid for in blood, where enemies lurk in the shadows, and where love is just another weapon to wield-there's one rule neither of them can break. Never fall. Because the moment they do, it's over. And when they burn, they're taking the whole city down with them.
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"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

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