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I am not the man of her dreams yet she keeps falling for me slowly every day!
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With a sweet, normal life and a bright career, I couldn't ask for anything else than crossing paths with a stranger from the past.


Little did I know that when he would arrive, he wouldn't come alone but with his dark secrets that would tear through my soul and a life of whirlwind that would turn my world upside down.


And with the serial killer on the loose, I would need to protect not only him, but also my biggest enemy- his father!


I am Elena Bell, and this is my story of friendship, betrayals, revenge and LOVE!

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EXCERPT:-

I sucked a long breath as my eyes widened. The fake pretentious smile broke as I stared at him as if he had grown two heads over his shoulders.

Devon turned to face me again, catching my eyes. With a smile playing on his lips, he continued, "And now that I think about it, I certainly am whipped by your charms, Elena!

I am not great with words, and no matter how much I prepared, no words can contain my feelings as they should.

So here I am asking you directly without beating around the bush."

I watched horrified, as he went down on one knee. People gasped audibly in shock, must be mirroring my expressions.

He finally pulled out his hand from his pants pocket to reveal a red velvet box.

'This is not happening! This is not happening!', my chants didn't change anything at all.

He pressed the small button with his thumb and its lid opened to show a diamond-studded ring inside.

My head turned heavy, and I thought I would collapse right then and there if he continued with that drama for another minute.

Clearly, he was not done yet.
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Arrogant billionaire's enigmatic wife

Finding Frida Holmes' address was not a difficult task as she was all over the news when her husband was killed. Instead of taking my Rolls Royce, with Elena's suggestion, I bought a white car to easily blend in the crowd of the city.


It was a simple precaution against the serial killer who had our every detail. But only Elena and I were aware of this car as she didn't trust anyone.


She kept glancing into the rear-view mirror while scratching her thumb anxiously. I couldn't blame her because I felt the same.


I drove in silence. A few minutes later, I pulled into a humble neighbourhood where the white-collar workers lived. It was a clean and cosy place that came as fresh air for someone like me who was used to only lavish villas and luxury homes.


The place reminded me of Swindon, and I could bet Elena liked it.


I killed the engine, parking the car on the roadside. Elena stopped me from getting out of the car as she checked our surroundings from all directions.


Don't Make Me Kick You Out