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I allow myself feel a moment's worth of yearning for what could have been. "Our dad died when we were young and ummm…our mum sunk into a dark hole. We lost our house and everything that came with it and had to move into a much smaller residence in the slums. That was where my mum met….her boyfriend. He was big….red headed….and often than not, a drunken mess. He was in no way fit for her, or us, but she still kept him around. And then one day…. he began abusing me". My palms go clammy with the memory and it takes all I have not to close my eyes and put my hands over my ears in an attempt to block off the memory. "Honestly he abused me in every way possible. Verbally, physically…..and a while

"Let's go, let's go. This place is so small and rundown, with barely any sunlight. I don't know how Sarah and the child have managed to live here." Conveniently, she had forgotten how they had praised this very apartment when they were trying to sell it to me. Watching Sarah walk away without even looking back, I laughed bitterly to myself. I had been such a fool. I never realized that Sarah had no feelings for me beyond using me, and she was becoming more and more obvious about it. Having never experienced a loving family while growing up, I foolishly tried to create the perfect family after marrying Sarah. As a result, I allowed this group of parasites to cling to me, draining me of everyt

I take abuse very seriously and I hate anyone who mistreats people. This story could be for anyone who had their heartbroken. Heartbreak is the worst feeling in the world. This story has a lot of heartbreak; from Jennifer getting betrayed by Terrance, Terrance getting tortured by Jennifer, Jennifer reliving the nightmares she experienced with her father, and a lot more.

And Dax heard every word of what that man had done to my body. There would never be a way he could love someone as abused and broken as I'd become. No man would ever want a woman savagely claimed by another, brutally taken against her will, treated as debris. All my insecurities poured out like a champagne bottle opened, only there was no cause for celebration, and there would be no sweet nectar to enjoy when the fountain stopped. Only the pitiful remains of a shattered spirit and weak mind.

You've survived worse than this. And I had. That was the thing people like Killian Jnr never understood. Breaking me wasn't the end of my story. It was just the ugliest chapter. I'd kept going. I'd crawled when I couldn't walk. I'd worked jobs that made my back ache and my dignity buckle. I'd built something small and fragile and entirely mine from the wreckage he left behind. And I would not — I repeat‚ I would not — let the sight of him take that from me.

Obviously, fist marks covered her, but it was the anger in her eyes that made me proud. “I don’t understand your feelings.” Brett whispered to me. Everyone heard it, but no one moved. “Look at this picture, Brett. What do you see?” “I see me failing. I see blood and a broken girl.” “No, Brett. You are wrong.” Waking in front of her, I held it up in her face. “That girl… that girl isn’t broken. She was abused, whipped, and was tortured.” “I know!” Brett growled at me. “No, Brett. Look at herself. Look harder. Look at your face.”

Rodriguez asked knowing that Ryan would only lay out an NDA with severe consequences. "It didn't have any years or court proceedings in that contract. Well, as far as Justina knew, it did. Ryan made sure that deep in that contract, he had some extra clauses sneaked in." Christian answered. " He made sure that should Justina breach the contract, he was in his legal obligation to expose Justina for crimes against the state. Some of them ranging from the fact that Justina is an illegal immigrant who came to the country through the waters without the right papers. In there, Justina had also signed all of her rights off to Ryan who can call for her deportation and even in her home country, she wo

I married Luca, the godfather I'd grown up with since childhood, and he tore off my veil with his own hands at our wedding. "The wedding is void. You were never the real Vitale princess." I turned to Dante and Sebastian in disbelief—the four of us grew up together, they adored me beyond reason, there was no way they'd just stand there and watch. But Sofia came walking toward me, smiling, an arm looped through each of theirs: "Sister, you're imagining things. The name and the engagement both belong to me." I tried to step forward and demand answers. Luca stepped on my train and sent me crashing to the floor. Sebastian crouched down, his smile gentle, his tone like someone coaxing a diso

Broken in small ways. Mira with her abandonment issues. Lyanna with her identity crisis. Adrian with his nightmares. Kiera with her anxiety. We failed them. Despite our best efforts. Despite everything. "Stop blaming yourself," Damon says later. "They're alive. Loved. Safe. That's what matters." "They're traumatized. That matters too." "So are we. We're all broken. But we're broken together. That counts for something." "Does it?" "It has to." The foundation is thriving. Helping hundreds of people with broken bonds. Damaged connections. Lost mates.

Raphael complained, pulling away from me with his arms in place, sitting up against the bed. “Please, I need you to tell me everything. You are the only one I can trust, Raphael, the only one in the bloody pack that cares about me. Don't turn your back on me too,” I pleaded, pain hinting at my voice; my eyes held a mist in them again. I was scared. All My life may have been abused severely, beaten up to the point of broken bones; I may have faced a whole lot of mockery amongst my peers, and even my own family treating me no better than garbage,