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Riah (under rewriting...) by _neriahwrites_
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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟. • • • 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝. On paper, she's untouchable. But perfection is just a cover for a ruined family, a dark past, bloody hands and a poisoned heart. Everyone buys the act. Not him. The devil from her childhood. Luc carries a guilt that drives him into sex, illegal racing and fights, acting like nothing left to lose. He thinks he knows what destroyed his life. He has no idea his guilt is the same as Riah's tainted soul. Being forced together? It's vicious. Two killers in a bed, where lying is keeping the other alive. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞-𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞. • • • 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞
Rai by _neriahwrites_
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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧. Three years of my life didn't just disappear. They were ripped out of my mind. I woke up to a man holding my hand, whispering how much he loved me. Lev. Everyone says he's a saint. That I'm lucky that a perfect guy stuck by me-through the alcoholism, the depression, the accident. The doctors promised a full recovery. It isn't happening. And deep down, I know it isn't because of the amnesia. Because why does my skin crawl every time Lev smiles? When he locks the bedroom door at night? Everyone has the exact same story for that Tuesday. A late dinner. Me driving out to pick up a limited-edition vinyl. And then... the accident. It all sounds too smooth. Too rehearsed. And the only piece missing? My story. But remembering might just be worse than forgetting. My mother dodges the question. Aleksandr, my best friend, won't look me in the eye when I ask, shutting down the second I bring it up. Lev built a cage and called it a home. He is just waiting for me to settle back into his darkness. Because that's what happens to girls like me. We stay quiet. We obey. And then we disappear. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. • • • 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 & 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫) 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐝