The Ride Of Her Life Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Wishing she could disappear into the ground, she could only cling to Arnold as he escorted her out of the church in disgrace. I calmly continued the rest of the toasting ceremony, maintaining my perfect composure. Inside, however, I sneered. In my previous life, I survived Arnold’s controlling nature only by being cautious at every step. That was how I managed to secure my place within the Falcone family. Leia, on the other hand, never understood that living a good life was never about who you chose. Since she desperately wants to destroy me, I will no longer endure it in silence.

“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.

"Your life was already a complete mess to begin with! If it weren't for my daughter, who knows which slum you'd be struggling to survive in right now? It was my daughter who gave you the life you have now. But how do you repay her—" "It was also your daughter who killed my mother!" I snarled, my voice dropping to a harsh rumble. "If I had never met her, I wouldn't have been dragged into this mess for no reason. I wouldn't have spent so many years being misunderstood and vilified by everyone! "Yes, Daniella lost her legs, but she can still live a good life! But my mom's gone! She's dead! My home was destroyed as well! I have nothing left!"

she said and it was true, she was so happy, she had something that most people were looking for, she has found love and she had found family, she was truly blessed. She would never regret being pregnant for the Playboy. Author's Note So this is it? Here we are at the end. It has been a long ride and I want to thank everyone that has been with me for so long, right from Aurora's story and all throughout Rhea's long story. Thank you all for commenting, for dropping your reviews and for using your coins and bonuses to read my book. This started as my first book and has gone so long, thank you all very much.

Instead, she used to get whipped, get beatings and even burnt with the red hot metal and at last, she accepted that it was only her imaginations in front of them. Not, because it was unreal but because she was sick of visiting each and every witch doctor, each and every cathedral. Her life had turned upside down since the day, she had accepted that it was real. So, she thought that she could live a better life without that truth. She could live a better life if she digests that truth and leave with the faded memories of her being bullied. And, Aries. He never got out of her life. She met him for just two times and with the count on cliff, it was three times but she could never understand why

she read aloud. It's a book written by Collen hover and Ria has always been a fan of Collen hover. She had read almost all her books and this particular one she planned on getting after reading "It starts with us" but she wasn't able to do so because her trip to New York happened. Ria was extremely excited. She would find a way to ask her boss for it. Maybe he might borrow her. Placing the book on her chest, Ria closed her eyes in smile.

I close the book when I reach the part where he goes down on her in public, knowing there are multiple guards around. Fucking hell, what kind of life did people think she led? I go back to the bookshelves in my office, picking out of the first that catches my eyes. It is still about her, the more historically accurate one. Not the real one but at least it doesn’t have ten pages describing how thoroughly satisfied and satiated she is. This covers more of her early life, how they got that information is beyond me because I doubted she’d told anyone the story. It is still a good read but not good enough a distraction for me.

Then she reads part from a letter that I never managed to finish writing, “My beloved, They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”