Midnight Memories

Midnight Memories

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I had to leave this house, I'm sick and tired of him calling me a whore and not a perfect daughter, at least I'm better then my dead beat mother. I started packing my clothes into my suitcase, I needed to go faster I opened the window, climbing onto the roof and soon to jump off, heading towards nowhere. I gulped at how many feet I had to jump from the rooftop of my old bedroom, I sighed and thought to myself for a minute. I need to do this, it's now or never to show your dad that you are not a whore nor not a perfect daughter. I jumped, stumbling to the ground I groaned and slowly got up, well that didn't hurt that much as expected. I held onto my stomach, weird my stomach felt like it was wet or something I looked down at the sight of blood dripping from my tummy. I sighed and winced in pain as I started to move, dragging my suitcase along with me, well this was going to be an adventure.
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[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

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