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#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#VILLAIN
#REVENGE
#BEAUTY
#CEO
#POSSESSIVE
#FASTPACED
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS

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 · 现代言情
分數不夠
168 Chs
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#VILLAIN
#REVENGE
#BEAUTY
#CEO
#POSSESSIVE
#FASTPACED
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS

I think he likes me

Jake's POV

I would have preferred to be left alone but Laura wouldn't let me. If I didn't know better I would say she was scared. I could see it in her face and body. It was as if she was fleeing from something. She wouldn't say but I think that was why she kept flaring up. 

Whatever she was scared off, probably is in her room. It's almost as if she never wants to be alone in there. 

The silence between us started to fade slowly as she continued talking to me. I couldn't shut her off. I had given her that audacity to do so. When I allowed her hold my hands, lean on my shoulder, and then playing cards with her. She probably thinks we are now friends. 

I was enjoying the conversation though, so I engaged her too. The tension that had been simmering between us seemed to have shifted, replaced by something I couldn't quite put my finger on.