Rewrite My Fate
My skin feels dirty, and no amount of scrubbing in the shower has fixed it.
“Fuck!” I curse out loud, rising from the warm comfort of my soft mattress. “I hate that prick.”
I came into this marriage for revenge. I told myself Zayn was just a tool to destroy Daniel and my family. But tonight, I’m drowning. We’ve already broken the rules. So nothing’s new. Driven by an instinct I can’t logic away, I get out of bed.
The floor is cold beneath my bare feet as I wander the dark, cavernous hallways of the mansion. I pray silently as shadows stretch along the walls, mimicking Damon’s silhouette, making my breath hitch. I find myself stopping in front of Zayn’s bedroom door.
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