HIS VICIOUS REVENGE | BOOK 2
She needed some time alone.
Emma threw the beige duvet aside and gently rose from the bed, hands resting against the cold wall for support.
The room was big, and the glass windows had silk curtains drawn off to the side. She walked over to the window, feet bare.
The sunrise was stunning. As she stood there, her gaze remained fixed on nothing, in particular, just lost.
Her mind started to fill up with different thoughts once again, and she didn't like it.
Didn't like the memories she had or the images that were flashing before her eyes again and again. Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yester
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