Forced to Marry My Bully
In the end, even the most romantic encounters must yield to reality's pull, regardless of how enchanting a moment might be, or how strongly one's heart was drawn to another.
Julian pedaled in silence, but no matter how hard he tried, a bicycle could never outrun a car.
The wind roared over the cliffside, and at last, he was forced to stop.
The blinding headlights from the cars behind us cut through the darkness.
A figure stumbled out of one, striding toward me with unsteady steps.
Ethan pulled me into his arms.
The scent of smoke clung to him, thick and suffocating.
I struggled, but no matter how hard I fought, I couldn’t break free.