Miraharlson

The virgin who stole the gang leaders heart.


"You kill all the people that touch me for touching me only? Or is it just a habit of yours_ Killing people?" I dared to ask.

 I was shaking so bad and my hands were sweaty. I was visibly perspirating even though the Ac was on. Still, I just needed to get all these questions of my chest. He was acting so strange and mad. I knew that I would end up dead either ways. Whether I spoke up against him or not I was still going to end up dead. So why be silent?

He started walking towards me, and with each step he took further I took one back in fear and desperation to create space between us, until I was backed up against the wall. He stood so close to me now I was practically breathing his air. 

"Like I told you in the very beginning when we first met, You're mine! And when something is mine no one touches it. So when another man wants to touch you beg him to stop not for your sake but for his. No matter how many they are or how minute the touch is they will end up below the ground the moment they do. You are mine."

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A terrible incident leaves Mira Scarred for life and she is forced to accept a life without love. 


But, fate has other things planned out for her. Mira's life changes when she is kidnapped along with other girls by White Lion's men.


 White Lion is immediately smitten by her. 
He falls deep in love with Mira and he will do anything to have her. Anything.


 Even if it means ruining all that he and his father before him had worked hard to achieve. Even if it means he would run far away from her. 
 
White Lion plays the game of love like war, everything is fair and no rules apply to him.

 Mira just happens to be the centre of his game. Mira who feels nothing. Impulsive, reckless Mira who hates men just like White Lion. 
His show of love is cruel, but his love for her is pure. 




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Mature content:
• Abuse.
• Violence.
• Sexual content.

The gang leaders obsession

My eyes widened in shock. "Daddy I'm not going anywhere oh! What is this? Me I'm not going. Why does aunt Ego want me to come to her house all of a sudden." I protested with a pouty voice.


"Will you shut up that your stinking mouth!" My dad shouted. 


I grumbled on and on stomping my feet on the ground, but I shut up anyway. I wasn't brave enough to face him yet.   


"Why does Aunt Ego want her to come?" My mum asked, as confused as I was.


"Her husband called me now. Do you know that she almost had a miscarriage because of too much work."


"Jesus Christ of Nazareth!" My mum and I exclaimed in unison. I put my hand over my heart to calm my breath.


I didn't like aunty Ego even if she was my Dad's only sister. She treated my mum badly and I hated her for it, but she had been looking for a child for so long it would be so painful if she lost this one.


"She's better now but they urgently need a helping hand."


"God will not let our enemies see us. They will not succeed!" My mum prayed. It was then that I knew that I was going to go to Port-Harcourt whether I liked it or not.


Traveling was the last thing I wanted to do now with how unsafe the roads were because of the gang war which had been affecting my town but I had no choice.


I quickly packed my bag and other necessities. I hugged my brothers good bye while promising to get toys for them on my return. I also hugged my mum and promised her that I would be on my best behavior. 


My Dad offered to drive me to the park which he only did because my Aunt needed me. The ride to the park was tensed and quiet and I did appreciate the silence. It was better than having forced conversations with a man I didn't like.


When we got to the park he booked a sit for me and gave me the ticket. "You had better respect yourself over there." He warned, and drove away without telling me as much as a good bye.


I knew that it would be hard for me to cope in my Aunts house because first of all, I wasn't used to staying away from home for such a long time as a month. Secondly, she didn't like me and I didn't like her.


I've always thought my family to be my responsibility. My whole family. Maybe it was something that came with being the first child. A kind of blessing, a Kind of curse, a little bit of both.


CHAPTER 17