His Evil Ways
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My fathers death left me in shambles and the people to blame walked free, one being Adriano. He was damaged goods with a very troubled past yet I couldn't deny my desire for Him. The way he looked at me and caressed me left me breathless, but I had to do this even if it meant losing the only man I ever loved and truly cared for, but he was responsible for my fathers death. Is my happiness worth losing for revenge?
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I glared at him; every cell in my body was on fire with hate. Everything that he represented - a manipulated, cold, emotionless world - I wanted to end. Yet I couldn't because he was the only one that could get me what I had wanted for the past two years of my life. He was the only one that was cold enough to get the job done. What did that say about me?
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