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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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54 Chs

Two can play the game…

Laura 

Knowing it was only a matter of minutes or hours before help arrives from the hotel, I wanted to look my best when we leave. I can't look like the hurt and pain I was going through. I wouldn't give Jake that satisfaction.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection. My eyes were red and swollen from crying, and my skin was still flushed with the heat of my earlier sobs. I couldn't stay like this, not when we were finally about to be rescued. I had to pull myself together. Jake had made it clear that I was nothing more than a mistake to him, and I intended to show him that I could that in a stride.

"You're stronger than this, Laura," I muttered to myself, running my fingers through my hair. "You've been through worse." I took a deep breath, steadying myself. There was no way I was going to let him see me like this, broken and humiliated. No. I had to look my best, confident, proud, and untouchable.