Don't Run This Time
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For Ocrean Finnley, love was never part of the plan all she ever had were high grades, silence, and obedience.
She grew up under the suffocating control of her stepmother, Vella, who raised her to become the perfect wife... for the powerful Harrison family.
But everything shattered when she met Sorren Harrison a cold, dangerous, and mysterious CEO with a destructive past and twisted charm. He doesn't know how to love. He ruins. And now, he has his eyes set on Ocrean.
She was never allowed to smile.
Never allowed to cry.
Never allowed to say no.
And now, she fights back while haunted by the ghosts of her trauma.
She gave up her virginity to the man she hated most just to escape another kind of prison.
"But how can you escape the man who once broke you.
when he's the very one holding the key to your future?"
And when fate brings back a flower that was once crushed,
can it ever bloom again?
Or will it drown completely in the ghosts of yesterday?
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