Serial_seresposa

"It was wild to think that maybe I could be normal, wild to think that maybe I had left this dangerous lifestyle," I murmured, taking a shot as I turned around only to find the gun pointed to my head.

"You should know by now, love. No one ever escapes..." he said. I once believed that I was his and he was mine but now look at him, a fool with no conscience. 

Or maybe I had lost mine...

"You better aim right and not miss because if you don't... I will kill you myself." I whispered, taking a seat and watching him with a teasing smile.

I knew for a fact that I would never miss.

A young woman on the rise, living a life that most can only dream of. Having no one but her colleagues from childhood. Dreams can only fathom reality until a taste of desire and love changes the rise. 

Having been betrayed, broken, rejected, and lost. Unico finds her purity stained with blood but no regret. In cuffs but no denial. Being sentenced, to tell the truth, therapy may be the only redemption. 

Unico Thora hopes to find a balance between the past and the present as she figures out the lead to her downfall.

Her Minds Instinct

Song recommended: Way Down We Go by KALELO, listen on loop.

The excited chatter filled the room as guests awaited for their bride and groom to arrive. The best man and groomsmen awaited Owen on the side of the building, slowly questioning whispers filled the room, contaminating the happy chatter. All focusing on where the groom was, as it was unheard of for the man to be late.

A woman hurriedly walked into the building and came to stand at the altar where the bride and groom were supposed to be standing, her nerves were causing her anxiety to rise up but nevertheless, this was her job and she would do it perfectly without letting her fear get the best out of her.

Chapter Hundred & Forty-Three: Past: Wedding Bells