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

<p>Her eyes lids were heavy as she looked at the window, she had barely left her room and barely shown her face around the house. Owen hadn't bothered to make a presence in her room, barely bothered to knock or even try to fight with her. And for once she was thankful for that, thankful for not having to deal with trouble or drama.</p>

<p>Thankful that she could sit down and breathe, thankful that she could sleep and eat, thankful that she could take a walk around the damn place or even leave the mansion at times, even though she was always guarded she didn't mind. As long as he didn't come into her bubble or try to mess with the little peace she had made for herself then she was more than happy to stay in the same house but in different parts.</p>

Chapter Hundred & Ninety_Eight: Past: The Meaning Of Home