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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!

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Damn you, Laura!

Jake

It hasn't been easy, pushing Laura from my mind after everything that happened. At first, I thought the workload at the office would be enough to distract me. The mountain of contracts, meetings, and deals that needed closing kept me buried for the better part of the week, but that didn't stop her from creeping into my thoughts when I least expected it. 

It wasn't just the sex. It was the way she looked at me after, like I had shattered something fragile between us. I told myself it was for the best. I was her boss, and that alone made what happened a mistake. No matter how much I tried to rationalize it, though, I couldn't shake the image of her walking away, the hurt in her eyes that I tried to ignore.