The Trouble with Fortune Cookies

The Trouble with Fortune Cookies

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The trouble with fortune cookies are that they are never sweet enough, nor thick enough and sometimes, blinded by the lust for pastry one might forget the paper inside and consume everything in a fit of munching rage. It has happened to the best of us, including myself, gratefully I have not died from the significant amount of paper I have ingested every Friday after a meal at the Wao-Tau Chinese all you can eat buffet but I'm still getting regular check-ups to make sure. The trouble with fortune cookies are that the messages inside are super cliché and oh so very tumblr. If I wanted someone to tell me when I would find true love, I would ask my poster child for insane of a bestfriend, Claire, to set me up with one out of her unique ensemble of celebrity heart throbs. Therefore, maybe it was a god, or the fact that the paper made the cookie way blander than it needed to be, but I decided that on some random Friday, in this damn random month, I would randomly open this random ass cookie. Only to find in crappy scribbles a 13 digit phone number entitled "trouble ;)", and henceforth, i've been dragged into the worst situation that i have ever come upon in all my 17 years of living. Like seriously, even worse than the time my parents caught me smoking pot in the bathroom.
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He was the man of power and money. A ruthless 32-year-old billionaire who once believed in love-until betrayal turned his heart to stone. The day he lost the one person he truly cared for, every emotion in him died. Since then, he's convinced that only power and money make the world bend. Even marriage. Even hearts. She was a simple, middle-class girl. A kind soul who believed in humanity, empathy, and emotion. The light in her parents' lives. Someone who couldn't bear to see others in pain-and always chose to help. Until her own life turned into a living hell... the day his eyes fell on her. He dragged her into his world. A devil who made her the angel of his darkness. A man who touched her body... but never her heart. A silence screamed within her-but he never cared to hear it. Until one day... he did. --- What happens when the devil hears the silence of the angel he broke? What will he do when he falls for the woman he once ruined? Can she ever accept him? Can love bloom in the ruins of hatred and forced submission? --- > "You're mine. My fucking butterfly," he growled, thrusting deep inside her. She stared at the ceiling, face blank-emotionless. Because she knew this was never love. From the day she said yes to that marriage, she knew exactly what it meant- To be his possession, not his partner. --- tropes: ^age gap ^forced marriage ^obsessed ML ^innocent FL ^ he fell first and harder. book started: November 2024 ended:

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