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she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

So close that my toes inadvertently brushed against him. With a sly smile, he commented, "Your intelligence might be questionable, but I have to admit, you make reading look pretty damn enticing." I closed the book and stared at him, narrowing my eyes, "What exactly are you doing here? Are you trying to woo me or is this your way of making me the next victim of your grand Stockholm Syndrome plan?" He chuckled, the sound low and dangerously charming, that it sent a jolt to my stomach, "Wooing you might be a challenge, but I don't remember holding you captive although the idea is captivating."

Chapter 9 Cassiel kneels between my spread legs, his cold fingers wrapping around my hips to position me just right. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my untouched entrance, the threat of it making me tremble. But i feel something strange. A strange heat blooms in my chest, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My vision swims, the edges blurring not with tears but with a dizzying rush of pure, terrifying lust. My skin flushes, beads of sweat forming on my brow as my pulse starts roaring in my ears. Every nerve ending comes alive, hypersensitive and screaming for more. The pain from Evren's assault melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger that makes no sense.

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I waited for an entire month before finally finding an opportunity. "I killed you. I don't regret it. You deserved it." I raised a hand, blocking the overwhelming hatred burning in his eyes. The story he just told was almost identical to the story of how Jayden and I had met and fallen in love. There was only one difference. In our story, there had been no prison sentence, betrayal, and abandonment. Our life together was happy. It had been full of love. "Who are you?" I asked quietly. He looked straight at me.

" Silence. Then footsteps walking away. I sat there. Crying. Processing. Everything I'd started to feel for him. The hope. The possibility. The belief that maybe we could make this work. All of it was built on lies. On false evidence. On circumstances that never should have existed. I'd been falling for my jailer. Developing feelings for the man who'd imprisoned me based on fabricated evidence. How could I trust anything I felt now? How could I know what was real and what was just a survival instinct? What is Stockholm syndrome? A last-ditch effort to make a bad situation bearable?

But then I was. “We have to go home, Sister,” Sasha said softly. I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to be alone. Yet, I felt so fucking alone no matter where I was or who I was with. Except for the damn ghosts haunting me. They were in my mind, thriving. Torturing me. And when I slept, my mind revolted. I couldn’t understand my dreams… memories… or paranoia. “You’ll stay with me.” I shook my head wordlessly. I couldn’t let anyone hear my dreams. I couldn’t let anyone know.

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Her pained look was immediately replaced by a look of confusion and anger. "Merda." Shit, she gasps, shaking her head. "I'm fucking dreaming." She frustratingly brushed her shaking hands through her hair, her eyes shimmering every time she breathed. My jaw twitched from the sight. I was never really a fan of crying women--women in general. No, it was not a sexist thing. I know women are heaven sent, but it was the drama that goes with them that I dislike. And to answer Mari’s question on the dinner table, I don’t fuck women I don’t like. No, it isn't some kind of chivalrous clichè but rather an avoidance of a memory. Crying women reminded me of how my mother cried every time she remembers he

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