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Her dearly detested husband

Author: Frostbite_
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He was the predator, she was the prey. He was one to be wary of, but she ended up in his house as his wife. She had always pictured her dream man to be caring, sweet and loving. But she got exactly the opposite. She hated his guts, the way he played everything to be in his favor. Infact, his existence annoyed her. And for him, He was tricked. He intended to get married to Sara Raymond, but due to illness, was given her younger sister Nova; A naive clumsy girl. Will he accept the marriage with Nova, anticipating Sara's good health. Or reject Nova. Find out in this book. '''''''''''''''''''''''' "Am not the hero in this story girl, do your best to remember that" He said with a malicious grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He could hear her heart beat very fast and a smile appeared on his face. "Stop being melancholic sweet. I know your crush is dead. I killed him so we can be together. He was the only thing separating us beforehand right?" He whispered in her ears, sending a sensation she had never felt before to her lower abdomen. "You did what?" She drawled, her brain now recollecting what he said. "Did you think I was joking when I said not even death can separate us, Nova?" He gave a hearty chuckle after asking her. "You're a beast, a monster. I hate you. Let me be. You're supposed to get married to my sister, not me. Aren't you shameless, dating two sisters" She yelled as she threw her tantrums. "Tch, what a touching story. That's where you get it all wrong sweet. I no longer like your sister. You're much more interesting, amusing and very beautiful. I can't help but love you deeply, Nova" His ragged breath carressed her skin. "Can't you hear me? I hate you" She yelled. "And I love you baby" He pulled her closer to him. "Go away, go to my sister. It was all a mistake I got married to you in the first place. Let me be" She tried wriggling herself from him, but he didn't budge. His lips curved into a smile as he watched her try to escape from his arms. "And for your info, that person you killed was just my crush, I have a real boyfriend and many other boys dying to be with me. Let me live my life, go with some other girl please" She begged as a tear rolled down her eyes. "And I'll keep killing them all baby. So, if you really like them, tell them to stay away from you" He smiled, but his voice held a serious warning. "Fuck you" She grunted. "On the bed" He smiled as he replied her. Her anger doubled and she tried hitting him. But before she could raise her hand, he let her go. And without sparing him another glance, she ran out of the hallway as fast as she could. "No matter where you go, you'll end up back in my arms, and possibly in my bed." He whispered as he watched her retreating figure '''''''''''''''''''''' Wink wink Give my book a try today

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