Coffee | A Feltson Story

Coffee | A Feltson Story

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WARNING: CHAPTER ONE AND TWO GOT DELETED. I AM CURRENTLY REWRITING ALL OF THE CHAPTERS. THEY WILL BE DONE BY CHRISTMAS, OR EARLY JANUARY. Tom Felton. Also known as, "The Player Of New York". He's 20. He's rich. He's famous. He's on magazines. He's every girls dream, but that's the problem. He doesn't stay with one girl to long. Every week there's another girl hanging off his arm like her life depends on it. Then there's Emma Watson. She's 20. Not rich. Not famous. Not on magazines. She doesn't care about boys, and that's not a problem. She loves books, loves her editing job, loves her cozy apartment, loves her cat Crookshanks. Even if you committed every crime in the world, she'll love you It started when Tom saw her from across the street. Chocolate brown curls, and honey brown eyes. The moment he set eyes on her, he wanted her to his. No one else's, just his. Forever and Always. These two are polar opposites, but you know what they say. Opposites attract, right?
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COMPLETE Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand," he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. "I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now." He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. "What did you expect?" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. © MaryRose 2018. All rights reserved. Content Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of physical and verbal abuse. Reader discretion is advised. My intention is not to romanticize or condone abusive behavior but to present a fictional story for entertainment purposes only. If themes of violence, toxic relationships, or power imbalances are triggering, please proceed with caution or choose a different story. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as a guide to real-life relationships. Offensive or disruptive comments will be removed to maintain a positive reading experience for all.

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