Under The Apple Tree

Under The Apple Tree

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How could it be that an extened argument over one apple tree would cause a chain reaction that would affect lives forever? *** From the she'd been born until eight months after her sixteenth birthday, Iris-just Iris-had lived in seven foster homes. So, it was a given that both she and her twin sister, Amelie, had gotten used to the constant bickering that accumpanied new, uncomfortable bodies in small homes. Yet when they met the Jolas, their eight set of foster parents, everything changed. Because they didn't fight over things like money or clothes; They fought over an apple tree. *** He leaned against the columns of our porch, his arms crossed. His jet black hair curled in the wind as he stared at me, waiting. He cocked his head, gesturing for me to come to him. I stepped closer, wary, the apples I picked up on the way home from school stuffed in my backback. How had he beaten me back here?
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"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

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