Bitch And The Beast

For Every Feminist!

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Running away from a wedding is fun.
Trust me, I'm a proud member of the runaway bride clan.
So yes, I ran.
Changed my name. My life. My future.
If saying no is illegal,sue me.
If refusing to be locked in a cage dressed as destiny is a crime, sue me harder.
I was done waiting to be a princess in a gilded prison, hoping for a fictional prince on a white horse.
Cliché. Not happening.
I ran, and shattered a few fragile egos along the way.
Call it a hobby.
It was supposed to be harmless.
Instead, I made a powerful group of dangerous men my enemies.
No regrets.
At least until I get my coffee.
And then there's their leader.
Nik.
I hate him.
The competitive kind of hate.
Men like him think control is power.
That defiance is something to be corrected.
But hatred doesn't last forever.
And secrets never stay buried.
How long can I keep my past locked away?
How long before the people I ran from finally find me?
That's the nightmare. The one I escaped once, I and refuse to face again.

-Him-

My life was already chaos when she walked in and made it worse.
Attraction is forbidden.
Affection is weakness.
The heart is a liability.
So I choose the simplest option.
I hate her.
Her smile.
Her mouth.
Her reckless intelligence.
Yet one thing refuses to obey.
I can't hate her eyes.
And that impossibility is exactly why I tell myself I do.
She's a weakness I never asked for. And weaknesses must be destroyed.
This isn't avoidance anymore.
It's war.
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