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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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54 Chs

I kissed him again

Laura

I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut behind me, my heart pounding in my chest. What had just happened? Jake had yelled at me… yelled like I was some annoying child. I sank down on the bed, the weight of his rejection crashing over me like a wave. 

I felt cheap. Stupid, even. Why had I chased after him like that? Why did I keep pushing when he clearly didn't want me? I wiped at the tears that were already spilling down my cheeks, hating myself for letting him get to me this way. It was one thing to have a connection with someone, to feel something unexpected, but it was another to shove myself in his face, desperate for answers I probably didn't want to hear. 

He doesn't want you. He regrets that night. The words kept echoing in my head, louder and louder until they were all I could hear.