DYSFUNCTIONAL HOPE (#1 DYSFUNCTIONAL)

DYSFUNCTIONAL HOPE (#1 DYSFUNCTIONAL)

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I never thought love could be for me until she barged into my life. Alexandra Russo. She single handedly rearranged my definition of obsession, lust and at some point, love. I would die for her, I've killed for her and I would do it again anyday. Unfortunately the family name she carries is a burden and a barrier. Then again, there's nothing I would ever allow to stand between my princess and I. ******* My life was planned out for me since I was delivered to my father's arms twenty five years ago. But things don't always go as planned, and my cheating ex boyfriend allowed me to cross paths with the man who would turn my world upside down. Christian Sokolov. The man who proved chivalry isn't dead and someone like me deserves love. There are so many obstacles standing between us, but I doubt that will stop him. Nothing ever has. Will Christian open up about his past? Will Xandra regain her ability to trust? DEDICATED TO Those ready to get the prize of their suffering. Trigger warnings: Dubcon, mentions of sexual assault of a minor, childabuse, slight BDSM, murder described on page.
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