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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 drive back to the villa was peaceful. The gentle hum of the engine, the occasional glow of streetlights streaming through the tinted windows, and Jake's warm hand resting on my thigh all felt… perfect.

We were gisting about the evening, the art, Alexander and his surprisingly easy charm, and, of course, the necklace now snugly resting against my collarbone.

"I have to admit," Jake said, his thumb tracing slow circles on my skin, "that exhibition turned out way more interesting than I thought it would. And Alexander wasn't half as bad as I expected him to be."

I laughed softly. "Are you saying you expected him to throw a punch over the necklace?"

Jake smirked. "You never know with men and their egos, love. But I've gotta say, that necklace looks better on you than it would've looked sitting in some glass case at his house."

I smiled, leaning my head against his shoulder. "You spoil me too much, Mr. Robbins."

Under the fairy lights…