A Taste of Bliss

A Taste of Bliss

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Romance
Antoine Ledger was nearing the age of 30 and his parents were becoming unrelenting when it came to the dreaded topic of marriage. After unsuccessfully roping him into a blind date with a business partner's daughet. He ran away, moving to the UK indefinitely. Little does he know the hotel his uncle owns not only would become his new home, but would also introduce a special litle lady into his life. TW: assualt, alcoholism, drug use ---------------------------------------------------------- a/n This is my first official book, I'm hoping to keep a regular post schedule but please bare with. Girl's got a busy life.
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"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1

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