"Please," I whispered, voice ragged. "Don't leave me again"
She sighed, quietly, like my words were heavier than her lungs could carry.
"I'm not going to leave you."
"Liar."
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Their dynamic starts with sharp words and colder glances-until the tension becomes unbearable. Saint wants to pull her close, claim her heart and soul, if that's even possible.
But Angeline doesn't bend, and she definitely doesn't break.
What begins as a trial-run assistant job turns into something far messier, sharper, and more dangerous-a slow-burn collision of past wounds, present walls, and a future neither of them planned.
He's the crown prince of control.
She's the girl who never bows.
And neither of them plays fair.
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Story includes explicit language, smut, adult content, child neglect, contains subjects of money issue, death, abuse, and alcohol abuse. Please read with caution.
Is cheating always meant to be physical?
What if he emotionally betrays you?
But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman...
slowly forgets that you even exist?
(Short story)