TASTE OF MISTAKE

TASTE OF MISTAKE

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Is it really possible to forget your first love- or do we only learn how to live with the ache it leaves behind? People say time heals. But what if time doesn't heal you? It just teaches you how to hide the scar? For a long time, Kalea Sarmiento believed in forever- the kind of love people write about, fight for, choose again and again. She believed in promises, in holding on, in always. Until her first love vanished. No reason. No warning. No goodbye. She searched for answers. She waited. She hoped. But sometimes life is merciless-some questions are never answered, some stories are left unfinished, and some hearts are forced to learn how to beat again even when they no longer know how to feel. So she moved on. Or at least, she tried. She built a life she could control-successful, elegant, untouchable. Love became nothing more than a beautifully cursed memory she refused to reopen. She didn't need butterflies. She didn't need sparks. She didn't need love. Until him-Zeke Villareal. He didn't try to fix her. He didn't ask what broke her. He just stayed. And somehow, little by little, she found herself wanting to try again. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. The night Zeke brought her home to finally meet his family- the night she almost believed she was ready to love again, her past returned. In the form of the man who ruined her. The same man who shattered her seven years ago. Her first love. Her first heartbreak. The one who disappeared. Aiden Rivas. Because that night, when Kalea saw Aiden again, she thought she was ready- she thought she had buried every memory, every tear, and every trace of him in her life. And the moment their eyes met again, her entire system trembled like she had been hit by a storm she once survived. :)
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[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

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