'Please don't leave.'

'Please don't leave.'

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10:38am. Present Day. "Astrid, please promise me that you will fight. I need you, we still have to do all those things we've planned. You can't leave, so please don't leave." I watched him walk around the hospital room biting his nails, he did that when he was nervous. I remember the time when he was getting his letter back from college, he wouldn't stop walking in circles. Your life can change. Your life can flash before your eyes. The love of your life can kill you. And you can choose wether you're going to fight or give up. Join Astrid as she fights for her life and re-lives her life. And not in the way you're expecting.
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He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

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