The Closet: The broken door
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Does love across a distance ever truly work? Especially when one is locked behind iron bars and the other is sent to her own prison thousands of miles away?
Will Freen and Becky's teenage love survive the distance and the cruelty of people, or will it crumble under the pressure, leaving them both heartbroken and angry with everything and everyone-including each other?
Coming home was a dream, but Freen is coming back to people and memories that stopped existing a long time ago. Becky has lived for years with her walls built high, never expecting Freen to walk back into her life.
Note: This is the second part of the story The Closet. It is important to read the first book before starting this one.
Fair Warning: This story is an emotional wreckage. It is not a happy, funny story. It is heavy, emotional shit that might leave you disappointed and craving something-anything-happy to happen. Be aware before reading: this will be painful.
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Becky never expected her dream job to lead her into a beautiful nightmare. Working as a personal assistant to the powerful and enigmatic Freen, Becky quickly finds herself tangled in more than just schedules and meetings. Behind Freen cold eyes and perfect control lies a woman haunted by silence - and driven by a love too deep to name. What begins as respect becomes tension. What feels like safety turns into control. And what should be work... turns personal. But Becky isn't the only one caught in this emotional spiral. Freen is hiding secrets. And in the shadows of their tangled hearts, one truth burns louder than the rest: "She said it wasn't love. But she's addicted to me. As passion, fear, and betrayal collide, Becky must decide: Is this love worth surviving?
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