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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

The art exhibition was wrapping up, and the crowd was starting to thin. The necklace, a breathtaking phoenix pendant, was now snugly clasped around Laura's delicate neck, where it rightfully belonged. The ruby centerpiece caught the warm glow of the lights, making it shimmer with every little movement she made.

I stepped back slightly, taking her in, her radiant smile, the way her fingers brushed over the pendant as if to confirm it was still there, and the pure joy glowing in her eyes.

Laura looked up at me, her lips curling into a playful smirk. "You're staring again, Mr. Robbins."

I shrugged, unashamed. "Can you blame me? You're the most captivating thing in this room."

Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lower lip, something she always did when she was flustered. God, she had no idea how crazy that little habit drove me.

Making allies out of competitors