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Love, Hate and Billions

I had two great loves. The first had the power to weaken me. The second broke me. Vincent Stone was my addiction before he turned out to be my disease. Our love was forbidden, he was my stepbrother. But that wasn't the worst of it all. No, you see he was a Made-Man and I was his muse. INSIDE THE BOOK How could life tumble in turfs that are unraveling to the human mind? How can I succumb to this latitude of proportions that takes me to this darkness? It's breaking me. I keep believing that the world is whole, that my mind isn't. It is like my soul is pushing me to this place I can't see, but my heart is taking me somewhere else, to a place where I can't fathom. How do I see it happening when my very existence is slipping through my fingers? When I look in the mirror I barely recognize myself. I am just empty, dying. I feel that there are days where I want to end it, end this treachery of these unknown parts. I am scared. Oh god, help me. This weight is beating me down, taking me in. I breathe every second, telling myself I am human, I should feel something, but I can't because every time I think, every time I even consider it he goes and takes more lives. He says I am his muse, yet all I see in the mirror, all I feel is a monster, a killer. He kills them in my name, he takes their lives because they took me. He makes me watch, he forces me to accept it. I know it's wrong, I know I should stop him, but when he touches me something awakens in me that I can't feel unless I am with him. They say to be strong is to face your weakness, but how do I face him when he is also my strength. Vincent Stone is a Made-Man and I am a pawn in his game Love, Hate and Billions is a story about a woman who loved a Capo with everything in her. This suspenseful thriller is packed with twists, thrills, and a storyline that is unique

Shan R.K · Urbano
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30 Chs

Kylie

At this second, with Vincent's hands around my neck, his throbbing cock against my stomach, I see the foolish waste of thoughts. I learn the meaningless words of promises.

In the front of B-Street downtown Seattle, I, Kylie Bray watch the man that I am destined to love forever, come alive with the idea of killing me.

And even though I am with Storm, time can't heal wounds.

My voice, finally given back to me as he releases his fingers from around my neck, twisting it through my hair.

For once, the words I need to say, the questions in my mind, come out, as I ask, “What is it that draws me to you, why can't I say no, what is this?”

His grip on my hair tightens as he slays me with just one word, “Obsession.”

Breathing becomes difficult as his eyes stare so deeply into my own. I have dreamed of this night for so long. I have imagined how his hands would feel touching me. I have wanted Vincent to look at me the way he is looking at me now, with proprietorial lust.