Mixed Feelings 1

Mixed Feelings 1

  • S.N Nina Arthur

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You are mine, No one has a right to touch you, hold you, or love you...You're all mine get that in your thick skull...I'll kill every single one who desires to have you or even think of having you, You belong to me only me your soul, your body everything belongs to me, only me...Do you get that" He said while gripping my chin with pressure, making me look into his eyes"Please... You're hurting me" I said, trying to free myself from his iron-like grip."Say it" he shouted on my face, gripping my chin even more tightly."Yes( sobbing ) yes... I'm yours" I said, sobbing and struggling to be freed from his grip. Vanessa foster is 18 years old naive and kind-hearted. She is a brilliant student living a normal life with good grades until she meets a monster.

  • Billionaire
  • Love Triangle
  • Dramatic
  • Slice of Life
  • Good Girl
  • Mafia
  • Romance
Chapter 1:The Prologue.

"You are right, I have to move on with my life. But I can't, I really can't..... I tried so hard to move on but... He destroyed me beyond repair " I said, hiccuping like a kid. "I loved him...I loved him like there's no tomorrow... You know what hurts...betrayal, thoughtlessness, uncaring attitudes towards the one who you said that you love them and did all those promises to be with.. I gave him my life and I never take back a gift, for in this life honesty and integrity mean so much. The word I gave him..was my bond not because I feel chained.. but because I honor him and love him more than everything that I am. ...when he acted like it was nothing that I gave I am hurt in a way that cuts to the core of who I am." Tears were streaming down my eyes, I couldn't stop them as I know very well that this is going to happen...I know that this is going to happen in the future. This is all my doing and for that this is the punishment. I deserve this.

My heartache had rung me out until I was dry inside, no more tears would come. My insides still felt as raw as if a winter wind was blowing right through my skin. The last conversation haunted me, taunted me, replaying like an echo. My appetite had dwindled to nothing. I wiped my tears with my hand and said,

?"Two can play this game Enzo".

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