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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10 minutes were left when she got her ordered coffee and dashed towards the waiting cab. Before she could sign in relief, it started raining, and her cab broke down in the middle.

5 minutes more to go, with no option left, she removed her heels and ran towards the office, not bothering about the stares she was receiving.

Meanwhile, in the office,

“Call Asmaira to get 2 more coffee,” Amaan told Tara, who was speechless.

“I am sorry, but we didn’t have her number, nor I saw her using her phone till now.”

Clearly irritated, Amaan told Tara to hand her one of the company’s phones.

When Asmaira reached the conference room, it was 2:40 pm, and on impulse, she barged into the room. Not noticing the stares, she quickly placed the coffee on the table.

When Amaan saw her, he was stunned by her appearance. A rage-filled his chest when he saw men staring at Asmaira. Her white nylon shirt was sticking to her body, accentuating her curves and making it almost see-through; her long locks, usually tied in a bun, were open. In one hand, she was still holding her heels, and her clothes were dripping water on the floor. Amaan noticed, few men were drooling over her wet body, and one of them even gulped when she leaned slightly to place the coffee.

Before she could apologize for the delay, Amaan coldly said, “Get out.”

Asmaira thought he was angry because she was late, and as she opened her mouth, he clenched his teeth and said, “GET OUT.”

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