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What Fools Do For Love

"Her protector. But who will protect her from him? If there was anything Former General Smirnov cared about , it was his precious and sheltered daughter, Vasilisa. After a second attack that threatened to take her life, he realized that his daughter was being stalked by a dangerous serial killer. He then sought out an old ally from his days, a literal terminator Former Brigadier General Alexei Aslanov Voronin. "Protect my daughter’s life, and I will give you the one thing you most desire.". ------ Spoilt Obnoxious Bratty, I didn't care what anybody called me. Except him His taunts, words, jabs, and insults goaded me, turned me on yet chipped at my soul. Despite the impending and looming threat to my life, all I seemed to care about was proving him wrong, wiping that stupid smirk of his divine lips. He was drawing me in, dragging me to the fiery depths of hell and with my two wide and opened eyes, I followed. You know why? That's what Fools do for Love Book one in the #For Love series. The For Love series captures the essence of Love and what even the most unlikeliest of people would be willing to do for Love. Despite creating the cover image myself, I do not claim rights to the background picture and also to my character images. All gotten from pinterest. Thank you for Your time. Trust me, you're gonna love this story. ~Rahma.

Def_not_Rahama · Urban
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45 Chs
#R18
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#SURVIVAL
#TRAGEDY
#POSSESSIVE
#SCARY
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#RICHFAMILY
#RICHDAUGHTER

40. Unsuspecting Civillian.

"The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love." ~ W. Somerset Maugham

Alexei Voronin

"It was a mistake".

Her eyes narrowed as she scoffed, pushing the plates to the side of the bed."Predictable".

I didn't rise to her bait, instead I remained quiet, trying hard to put myself in order, to convince myself that this whole thing was wrong. She didn't understand, I can't be with her. My time here is limited. I'm not good for her but then why?

Why was it that as she stared at me intently, i couldn't help but want to pin her to the bed, to have my way with her , to calm the rageful and longing ache she had awakened in me.

She didn't understand.

"Whatever happened yesterday—"