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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 · Urbano
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116 Chs

Exploring the island

Jake

The water was cold against my skin, but it did wonders to clear my head. I needed that - needed space to think, away from Laura. Away from the tension that had been simmering between us since the moment we crashed on this godforsaken island. I dove beneath the surface, letting the coolness shock me into focus, then resurfaced and floated for a while, staring up at the sky.

Laura. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Since that night… the night we first met… I'd pegged her as just another woman looking for a good time, willing to trade anything for a quick thrill. We'd ended up in bed within minutes of meeting, and I'd immediately labeled her. Cheap. Easy. Disposable. That's all there is to them. Women. All they care about is the money and I'm not known to be stingy with my money. I make sure to pay them well, at least that way, they don't get bitter and decide to drag me for what's not.

But I had been wrong.