Novel & Cerita If You Were Mine Melanie Harlow

"And so what if you hate me? What if I betrayed you? You are mine Mia only mine, you are mine! I betrayed you, yes! Still, you won't be able to escape from me!!" "You are Mine, From Now till Eternity. You are Mine Mia." Adriano yelled, his eyes blazed with fury as he claimed his right to her. "You may run from here till the end of the world but your fate lies in my hand, I will decide your destiny!" …… Mia gasped and woke up from her dreams, the same nightmare had been hunting her over and over again. She sighed and wiped off the tears from her eyes.

I couldn't help but wonder how our lives would have been if I never forced Jake to go for that audition. I knew I was being selfish in that moment. But I didn't care. I could steal a few moments of shellfish pleasure. The fleeting images of a life with Jake nestled in our small town started crossing my mind and I didn't notice when I had abandoned my mission ( of clothing the cushions) and sunk into a chair . My hands itched. I reached for my phone and searched for one of his very first songs. I found it immediately. It had millions of views. I blasted it on full volume as I sunk deeper in my chair as I closed my eyes.

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?

His arms enveloped me and I sank in a passion I haven’t felt in years. “Now, isn’t that the school’s favorite couple?” I heard a snarky female voice and I pulled away from Matt. “Oh, wait! It is only one half of it. Where is the other one?” “Lana?” I blinked, realizing what just happened. “Mia,” her grin was visible from an airplane. “And…Matt? And no Adrian?” she acted as if she was surprised. “Annoying as ever, huh?” I signed at her behavior.

Chapter One. MELANIE'S POINT OF VIEW "Holy shit! I'm done for!", I screamed as I jumped out of bed. You must be wondering why I'm freaking out when it's only minutes past five in the morning but trust me when I tell you that I have legitimate reason to freak out. I'm Melanie Wright, twenty-seven years old and... That's about all that's important about me, I don't have much of a life. I graduated from school at twenty-two and worked multiple jobs for about two years before landing a job in the almighty Knight Incorporated.

Fucking Mine. "I...I..a..am..s..s.sor..ry (hiccup) you.. Yuvi! (sobs)! H...he..ca..caught..m..my h..hand from...b..behind...(hiccup)...! I..d..didn't...kn..ow.. I'm..s.. sorry!(sobs)...!" She said betweens her sobs and hiccups. I sighed. I didn't want to scare her. And making her cry! It will be the last thing I'll do. I love her way too much. And it hurts me cause I'm the reason of her tears!

“Sorry, you’re?" Lisa did not recognize the woman. Melanie acted like an old friend of Lisa’s and patted her shoulder with a smile, "Hey, don’t you remember me? I'm Mel! Melanie Thayer!" Lisa was quiet and looked like she was trying to recall.

"Enjoy it while you can. You're gonna crash and burn. Pathetic." He shoved me. I stumbled, knee cracking against the table. It hurt so bad, a tear slipped out before I could stop it. Aurelia—who swore she'd protect me—stood there like it wasn't her problem. Letting him do whatever he wanted. I dropped my gaze, trying to block out the ache spreading through me. Then the lights in the banquet hall cut out. Spotlights flared. Time to announce the new lead. "Let's hear it for—Leonard Rinehart!

She looked at her emotionless. What does this woman think? Is she the same Kristi that she used to bully? "Are you done?" she sarcastically recited. "Miss Catriona, I don't care about your feelings. It's Benjamin's decision. And sadly, you're just temporary," she used her icy tone. "And who am I? The floor that you are standing on now is mine. And I am Kristi Velasquez ops. It's Kristi Bustamante now," she smiled.

The video’s replaying in the background, looping like a scar. All of that should make me the victim. But somehow, they’ve made me the villain again. And maybe that’s what I am — but if I am, then they created me. My phone buzzes again — messages flooding in. I don’t bother reading any of them. I just swipe the screen dark and sink into the couch. Silence again. “Chloe,” I whispered to myself. “You should’ve taken the offer.” I let the silence stretch a moment longer before the rest slips out, softer, colder: