Debbie_Asan

Warning: [Mature content]


It all started one perfect night at the coast of the Mediterranean sea.
 I was standing on a beach with my feet laved in warm golden sand and my eyes fixed on the crushing waves. 
That is when trouble decided to walk by in a form of a handsome face with sandy blonde hair and dazzling enthralling killer smile.
One look into his ocean blue eyes and I knew I wanted him as mine.
And with just a touch of his lips on mine I was in love.
But he belongs to her, my sister. 
You can call me the villain. I saw him first and he is mine to claim.
I love him but he loves her.
But my heart wants what is wants and that’s William Carter.

When Adeline Pierce's Sister, Brittany introduce her fiancé to Adeline. Adeline had the shock of her life. Her sister’s fiancé, William Carter was the man that kissed Adeline two years ago on a beach and she is very much in love with him. 

Adeline vowed to make William hers at all cost. But two things stands in her way. Her sister, Brittany and her therapist Dr. Chris Owens who has sexy tattoos and a handsome face that she can't resist 
But William Carter has a malicious reasons for marrying Adeline's sister. He is seeking revenge.

Will Adeline still go after William Carter her sister’s fiancé or would she surrender her heart to Dr. Chris Owens, her therapist ?

To love William Carter

"Because I want you back" So he says. I knew what he meant. And my heart the traitor had to thud.

I was about to turn him down but Dad fixed me a hard look. I clamped my mouth shut.

"I will leave you kids to settle this out." My father pats my back gently as he strides past me, walking out of the door.

I look into William's blue eyes and harshly said. "No"

He winced. "It's your father that wants this not me." He responds with indifference. "He needs to create the perfect family image. So he wants you to have a job."

In frustration, I seek comfort at my father's desk as I lean my hip against it. My hand clogs on my waist.

I am not getting rid of him, am I?

Irritation crowded over me. "I can't stand you. Imagine me spending hours with you. It's a death sentence because it will be pure torture." My words were sharper than the broken piece of bottle I nearly use to stab my sister to death because of him.

I'm over him.