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Her only mistake, was loving the wrong person. 
She's an orphan, lost her mom at birth and dad five years later. Her aunt became her guardian and got her into modeling school, where she met Jackson. He not only became her manager, he won her heart and they got married in the space of three months against her aunt’s wish. Jackson gave her love, beauty, money... but little did she know it was only a façade. A bait to lure her and hide his arrogant and obsessive heart. Their marriage lasted four years and she endured his abuse until one night when she finally got a chance to escape.
Moving into Atlanta seemed like a fresh start until she crossed paths with Jake Robbins, the handsome billionaire heir. 
"Make me, yours, marry me, Laura." Jake let out. "What?!" Laura opened her eyes wide, staring at the man smirking at her. Saying the most sacred words, using the most casual tone. 
“We are in the middle of nowhere for goodness sake!” she added “The next minute is not guaranteed, so why wait?” He shrugged.
Never in a million years did she ever imagine talking about marriage with the grumpy and arrogant billionaire heir, not after the hell she went through in her traumatic former life. However, with Jake, there was something different, but what happens when her past comes to light? 
Find out in this story!

Make Me Yours Forever

I stepped out of the bathroom, the steam swirling behind me as I dried my hair. Chloe was still in the shower, humming to herself, completely unaware of the storm brewing in my mind. I didn't have a good feeling about her from the start, but last night, and just now, she totally blew my mind. That girl is insanely crazy in bed. She made me forget all about Laura for a minute there. But now, I was beginning to regret every second of it.

There was something about that girl that seems off, I just can't place it for now. Maybe I'd just keep around for a while. She wants sex, I want a break from Laura… and the sex too anyway...

As I dressed, I heard her phone buzz from the bedside table. Once. Twice. I ignored it at first. Her phone was none of my business. But when it buzzed a third time, curiosity got the better of me. Who the hell was calling this early in the morning? I walked over to it, glancing down at the screen.

A bigger mess