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THE TOXIC BOND

Love can conquer Evil, but what if your love is EVIL? A promise was made two years ago between the two broken souls...a promise of working on their imperfections and sharpening them to fit in each other perfectly. THE TOXIC DEAL was what clashed their destinies together. Life threw the thorns of secrets and betrayals in their way, yet they fought together. They won together! Parting their ways was their conscious choice with a hope of a better tomorrow. Their promise kept them going and battling their demons. But not all promises are meant to be kept! Bria Maxwell and Hayden King couldn't find their happy ending in the first book- THE TOXIC DEAL. Now it is time for the reunion, but are they ready to face each other after growing into two completely different persons? Is their love still strong enough to burn bright in the fire of desire? Or the willingness to fight for each other has already faded away? Join them in their further adventure that is grander, scarier, more thrilling and... more dangerous! ***** This is the second book of the 'TOXIC' series! The cover photo belongs to its 'rightful owner', and I have only used it for my book. If you want me to take it down, then please contact me, and I will do it immediately. Insatgram: @author_rutujaP Discord:=

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63 SHE HAS DONE EXACTLY THAT!

GABRIEL

As soon as I saw the door flung open and raging Cameron strode inside, I knew what I should be prepared for. But nothing could prepare you to face Cameron Jones' anger.

"Fuck!", I wailed in pain after receiving a good punch right in my face.

But he was not done yet. He was about to land another one, but I held his hand because I couldn't take anymore.

"Hey! That one was good enough alright!"

"You still have a nerve to argue about that Gabriel?! What the hell is wrong with you! Where the fuck is Bria? Do you know what will happen if King gets to know about it?" He yelled, running his hand through his brown hair anxiously. His blue eyes which usually expressed either playfulness or ruthlessness now were morphed into panic.

I sat in the chair as my head spun. I just hoped that punch would not leave any bruises on my face, or I didn't know how to answer Adam's pile of questions.