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Make Me Yours Forever

Her only mistake, was loving the wrong person. She's an orphan, lost her mom at birth and dad five years later. Her aunt became her guardian and got her into modeling school, where she met Jackson. He not only became her manager, he won her heart and they got married in the space of three months against her aunt’s wish. Jackson gave her love, beauty, money... but little did she know it was only a façade. A bait to lure her and hide his arrogant and obsessive heart. Their marriage lasted four years and she endured his abuse until one night when she finally got a chance to escape. Moving into Atlanta seemed like a fresh start until she crossed paths with Jake Robbins, the handsome billionaire heir. "Make me, yours, marry me, Laura." Jake let out. "What?!" Laura opened her eyes wide, staring at the man smirking at her. Saying the most sacred words, using the most casual tone. “We are in the middle of nowhere for goodness sake!” she added “The next minute is not guaranteed, so why wait?” He shrugged. Never in a million years did she ever imagine talking about marriage with the grumpy and arrogant billionaire heir, not after the hell she went through in her traumatic former life. However, with Jake, there was something different, but what happens when her past comes to light? Find out in this story!

veramiles240 · Urban
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116 Chs

Laura needs to be stopped

Moira

The phone was cold in my hand as I listened to Kurt's voice on the other end, laced with skepticism. He had been cautious, always wary, but he didn't understand just how much control I still had over him. Not yet, at least.

"You really want me to come back and do this, Moira?" His voice cracked slightly. "After everything?"

"Don't be so dramatic, Kurt," I said, allowing a hint of amusement to creep into my tone. "Remember you owe me. You've always owed me. I gave you a way out when you were desperate, didn't I? If not for me, you wouldn't be alive to answer this call right now." I needed to juggle him memory.

There was a pause, and I imagined him clenching his jaw, trying to summon some semblance of defiance. But I knew him well enough to know he was weak. He'd always been weak, especially when cornered.

"Fine," he finally muttered, his voice small. "I'll come back. But this better work out the way you say it will, Moira."