Mixed feelings by S. N. Nina Arthur (the alpha prince and his bride full story free txt) 📕

Mixed Feelings

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You are mine, No one has a right to touch you, hold you or love you...You're all mine get that in your thick skull...I'll kill every single one who desires to have you or even think of having you, You belong to me only me your soul, your body everything belongs to me, only me...Do you get that He said while gripping my chin with pressure, making me look into his eyes.

Please... You're hurting me I said, trying to free myself from his iron-like grip.

Say it he shouted on my face, gripping my chin even more tightly.

Yes( sobbing ) yes... I'm yours I said, sobbing and struggling to be freed from his grip.

Venessa foster 18 years old naive and kind-hearted. she is a brilliant student living a normal life with good grades until she meets a monster.

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As usual, Salar was talking to his sons about the business; if it was some other day, Fariya would have interrupted him not to discuss business while eating, but she kept glancing at Amaan to read his mind. Meanwhile, Asmaira lost her appetite the moment she sat beside Amaan.

“Dad, I was thinking of hiring Asmaira as my PA,” Amaan spoke directly to Salar.

This time, even Salar stopped eating and could not help ask his son.

“You already have a PA; why do you need another? and Asmaira is not even qualified.”

Asmaira, who was, till now, holding her breath, sighed in relief.

“True, but with the Singhania’s project and also given that I have my own gaming company to handle, I need more efficiency,” before his father could retort, Amaan added.

“And we both could spend some time getting to know each other well.” He squeezed Asmaira’s hand lightly as if to show his affection to his wife.

Asmaira gave a ‘save me’ look to Fariya.

When Fariya noticed Salar was considering Amaan’s words, she immediately interrupted, “She is not even a graduate; it would be too risky to let her handle the job. And she is not interested in working. Right?” The last part she questioned Asmaira.

“Ma, what are you talking about? I will be there to teach her, and you taught us to be independent; now you want Asmaira to be just a housewife wasting her talent.” Amaan stresses the word ‘teach’ while squeezing Asmaira’s hand more.

“But…..” This time Salar interrupted Fariya’s retaliation, "Let her decide what she wants.” Having said that, he looked at Asmaira keenly.

You better don’t disappoint me, Asmaira, Salar thought.

When Asmaira was about to decline, she felt a palm on her thigh. She met Amaan’s gaze warning her. Seeing she was still reluctant to oblige, he started moving his palm towards her inner thigh, making her shudder and look at him with fear.

Bastard! She cried inside.

Noticing everybody’s gaze on her, she replied, "I can give it a try,” which sounded more like a whisper.

Hearing her reply, Amaan removed his hand and gave her a devilish smirk.

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