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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Finally, she heard a car honking, and she rushed towards the balcony to see Amaan’s car entering the driveway. She blushed by only seeing the sight of the car. She went near the balcony door and mentally created possible scenarios where Amaan would embrace her or even might confess the magical words. She was preparing her possible reply to him. She turned her back towards the room door as she felt shy to face Amaan, and while fidgeting with her hairpin, she dropped it.

Unknown to her when she was searching for the pin, Amaan silently walked in. Her back was towards him, and seeing that she didn’t notice his presence, he faked a cough to get her attention which only made her body go stiff.

“I..” he paused for a second and again continued, "I want to say something.”

He was struggling with the words, and Asmaira felt even he was nervous like her. Taking her silence as her approval to talk, he again struggled.

“I..”

“I….”

The silence and his struggle were making Asmaira more anxious. She crouched down to retrieve her hairpin and, in her anticipation of Amaan’s confession, even forgot to get up from her odd position in her anxiousness.

Finally, after what looked like eternity, Amaan spoke and what he said made Asmaira’s heart miss a beat.

“I am sorry.”

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