Was Better Off Alone

Was Better Off Alone

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To everyone else, they looked perfect - the kind of love that made people envious. But behind closed doors, her smile was a mask, and his love came with bruises, silence, and manipulation. Nia thought she had found her forever in Malik - charming, protective, and passionate. But passion turned into control, love twisted into fear, and what once felt safe became a prison with no bars. Caught in the storm of gaslighting, emotional blackmail, and sudden apologies that never lasted, she slowly begins to question her reality, her worth, and her sanity. As secrets unravel and her strength begins to rise, Nia must decide whether to stay trapped in the cycle - or risk everything to break free. But freedom comes at a cost. And love, the kind she thought she wanted, might be the very thing that destroys her. A raw and haunting story of pain, power, and survival - where leaving isn't as easy as it seems, and healing is the most dangerous escape of all.
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This book is rated R. Please proceed with caution. This is the more raunchy version of the book. *** We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it. Finally, he breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever." "It's fine. You didn't do anything." He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views. "I didn't do anything... but I wanted to. I wanted to so badly." I nearly choke on my water. I don't know what's worse; his confession, or how nonchalantly he says it, as if he's reading the weather. "Come again?" I say, thinking that I must have heard him wrong. He shrugs. "I want to f*ck you." Again, he is as nonchalant as ever. I just stare stupidly, my mouth agape. He closes my mouth, grinning at me, wicked intentions in his eyes. Not so nonchalant anymore, I see. "Um, I-I...I don't..." I stop talking, realising what a total idiot I sound like, while his grin broadens. In that second, I am grateful for my dark skin, as he can't see me blushing. "Tongue-tied?" My cheeks get hotter. "Shut the f*ck up." He actually laughs. "Don't worry, honey," he says, his hot breath brushing against my face, shocking me. When did he get this close? "One day," he whispers, now in my ear,"I will f*ck you." I realise that my eyes are closed and I open them. He's gone. I stand there frozen, in total shock. What the actual f*ck just happened? *** When all you know is disappointment, you become your own best friend. You isolate yourself from everyone else. You need no one; love is a weakness. That's the case with me. Then, Prince Charming rides in and changes everything. Except, he isn't a prince. He is light, but he holds darkness; he is joy, but he knows pain; he is beauty, but within him is imperfection and ugliness. He is just like me, but he is nothing like me.

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