webnovel

To love William Carter

Warning: Mature content, dark themes, psychological Status: Complete It all started one perfect night at the coast of the Mediterranean sea. I was standing on a beach with my feet laved in warm golden sand and my eyes fixed on the crushing waves. That is when trouble decided to walk by in a form of a handsome face with sandy blonde hair and dazzling enthralling killer smile. One look into his ocean blue eyes and I knew I wanted him as mine. And with just a touch of his lips on mine I was in love. But he belongs to her, my sister. You can call me the villain. I saw him first and he is mine to claim. I love him but he loves her. But my heart wants what is wants and that’s William Carter. When Adeline Pierce's Sister, Brittany introduce her fiancé to Adeline. Adeline had the shock of her life. Her sister’s fiancé, William Carter was the man that kissed Adeline two years ago on a beach and she is very much in love with him. Adeline vowed to make William hers at all cost. But two things stands in her way. Her sister, Brittany and her therapist Dr. Chris Owens who has sexy tattoos and a handsome face that she can't resist But William Carter has a malicious reasons for marrying Adeline's sister. He is seeking revenge. Will Adeline still go after William Carter her sister’s fiancé or would she surrender her heart to Dr. Chris Owens, her therapist ?

Debbie_Asan · 现代言情
分數不夠
137 Chs

A debt to pay

My phone rang again for the hundredth time. I groan further pressing the pillow to my ears.

Hell no! I won't budge. I am Keen on getting my beauty sleep.

Whoever is calling should fucked off.

I stayed up all night, bulging my eyes out, crying over William's rejection.

I was finally able to go to bed at 5 am.

My phone suddenly stopped ringing.

Thank the universe. I sigh in relief.

But the phone spring to life again.

I grunts. I finally decided to pick up the call.

I clanged the phone to my ear. "Who the hell are you.?

"Looks like someone woke up from the wrong side of the bed."

I immediately recognize the annoying voice. "Adrian, why are you calling me at this early hour?" I hissed at him through the phone.

"It's 11 am sleeping head." He tells me the time.

I frowned. It's eleven already? I have been sleeping for six hours but my eyes are burning like I still need more hours of sleep.