From my heart to yours

From my heart to yours

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EXCERPT. "Open it." She said. I walked in front of her and opened the door. She slowly stepped out and inhaled the cool breeze while closing her eyes. She opened them up again and looked up at the blue sky laughing out loud. She quickly ran down the stairs and towards the lawn. She jumped up as if attempting to touch the sky, spun around and fell to the ground laughing. I stood frozen in place as I watched her play, laugh, and pick at the grass. That moment, had been forever engraved in my mind and I knew no matter how hard I tried, I could never forget it. She finally stood up and ran towards me smiling. "Alex, please, I beg you, don't make me go to the mall, why waste this wonderful weather staring at never-ending racks of clothing. Take me to the park or the zoo, or a cafe, anywhere but the mall." She looked at me with eyes that shined with so much faith and hope it hurt. I couldn't say no even if I wanted to. "Ok, we'll go to the park, just let me get the car. " She quickly grabbed my arm and shouted no. "Please, let's walk, I've been in a confined space far too long." I nodded my head and led the way to the park. I pulled out my phone to call him and let him know about the change in location. But as I looked to my right, and saw her glowing face, I turned off the phone and placed it back in my pocket. Happy reading♡ ***** Meet Amelia, a girl who lives in a world where women are looked down upon and sold to the highest bidder man. With parents that barely acknowledge her existence, Amelia Packs only has one dream, to graduate high school and move as far away as she can from her parents. But one unfortunate day, Amelia's brother Jacob comes with the news that she is to be married off to a man who struck her the in their first meeting. Can Amelia survive long enough to run away? Will she ever love the beast of a man who is said to be her husband? Will she ever Uncover all that is Alexander Garven, scars, flaws and all?
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*PREVIEW (CH. 10)* My attention slipped south before I could stop it. How the hell does he even walk straight? It had to be heavy- "Now why is your hand still out?" He tongued his cheek in suspicion. "I know you're not wantin' a tip?" Like yours? "Yeah... finder's fee?" "Mmm, attagirl." He chuckled, rustling in the wallet. The edge of the hundred dtrace the line of my fingertips before feathering it into my hand. When I didn't move, he added four more. "... Damn, that's all you got for me?" I challenged, my heart hammering. "What a shame, I don't like playing with broke for too long." "Broke?" He repeated the word like it was a dare. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled a nice stack of bills from the fold and slapped them into my hand. "Catering?" I nodded towards the food. He looked over before slapping more down. "Better?" "No, I need housekeeping, too." He huffed a dry laugh, finally handing the empty wallet back to me with a flick of his wrist. "You would be the one to charge more than I could pay." "I do accept credit." I jested, liking this game a little too much. "But I can see yours is maxed out for today." I tried to move past him while I still had the upper hand, but he shifted, his bad leg bracing against the dresser to block my path. "I gave you all that I had, you greedy girl," He murmured, mouth ghosting the corner of mine. "Now, keep that hand out just like that. Next thing I put in it sure as hell won't be money." My hand snapped shut around the cash like it burned. When I opened my eyes, he was giving me that amused, wicked smirk, staring at my fist. "Oh, you're mean today." "You're talkin' like you were sweet this week." He cocked his head, his nose gently rubbing mine. "In fact, I can get a hell of a lot meaner, if you need that." If I need that? "Boy, you do not scare me." "Anymore? Good." Something hit the floor between us. I looked down and realized he had me trapped. And that pathetic excuse was gone.

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