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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 soft glow of the hospital room lights barely touched the shadows under Laura's eyes, but she was awake, sitting up in bed with her hair cascading over her shoulders like a silk curtain. She looked fragile, yet so stubbornly resilient, and I couldn't help but feel my chest tighten with love, and relief, that she was okay.

I sat at the edge of her bed, her hand in mine, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and sighed softly when I saw Mom displayed on the screen.

"Who is it?" Laura asked, her voice still a little hoarse from sleep.

"It's my mom," I said, running a hand through my hair. "She's been asking about you non-stop. And May… well, she's been on my neck. I can barely breathe without her tiny voice ringing in my head, asking for her mom.

Breathe of fresh air