Stolen by Night

Stolen by Night

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Prologue .. I opened my eyes to only find blood all over my hands and I heared a screams I tried speaking to ask if anyone's okay .. But I realized it was my own screams .. I went to breath and felt a sharp pain in my side . To only find a gash . He had sliced his first initial in me . .. Where did I go wrong with all of this ?! (Rachel is bounded to one man ...by blood .. But her heart and fate ties her to another .. Read Rachel's choice of saving the one she loves or giving in to death . .. Feel the thrilling news as you find out things that are hidden. )
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