Maya pulled herself from the floor. It hurt her so much. So much that she wanted to empty whatever she had taken earlier in the bathroom. To think that the people who are supposed to protect her and love her at the same time were the ones who were making her life a living her.1

It wasn't fair at all. Not to her anyway. But nothing is fair in this world. She might as well as accept her misfortune. Her bad lack in life. Her own loner life in this world. That's what's best for her. For her and her broken heart.10

She had stayed in that floor since they left for only God knew how long. One hour, two hours, she had even lost track of time. With the pain she felt, she took out a sweatpants and a black tee shirt and walked to the bathroom.1

She needed a shower. A shower to take away her humiliation. To take away her cowards of not standing up for herself. All her life, that's what she has always done. Let people push her around.1

First her dad. Who thought that he was doing whatever her was doing to revenge. To revenge for something that had no control off. Something that she had no idea of until one day when she was five, he shouted on her face.1

Five. What does a five year kind know? What is it that a kid can do to deserve all the manhandle that her dad did? She tried. She tried to win his love from the moment she knew how to speak her first word.1

To get the affection that he was giving her brother, but nothing changed. He pushed her around. Did with her what he pleased and she let him. Let him trying to prove to him that she was a good daughter.

A good daughter who took up medicine for her father's sake since her brother had refused the dream. She agreed. She even agreed to go on a boarding school since she was a burden as he had pug it. For what? To be perfect? To be the best?3

Had it not been for her brother, she would have gone. Had it not been for him at highschool, she would have been bullied. All her damn life. She lived that kinda life. A mean less life to those around her. A life where if she died at that moment, people would hold a party instead of her funeral to mourn.1

And now here she was all over again. History repeating itself but this time with her husband and his girlfriend. His girlfriend. Never in a million years could she have guessed that the same Kimberly who had been so good to her, would turn out to be the devil himself.

All the nice words she had said at backstage. Her giving Maya the dresses she was supposed to where saying it would make every man jaws drop if she wore them herself. The one who smiled at her genuinely at the backstage when every other model gave her a green eye. Or maybe she thought.1

'Whenever you see a woman being nice to you for nothing, gal, she is a cunning bitch. And people like that want your man.'5

That's what Kayle always said to her. How could she have forgotten that? All the sweetness was for nothing but revenge. And as stupid as she is, she felt right into the trap. But why didn't Wesley say anything? Why didn't he at least try and say something?3

didn't give a damn. No one cared. Not even the one she considered

slapped her. It did sting do much that she wanted to slap back but she used all the self control that she had. It was better to keep hers to herself. She even had the audacity to pull her hair something that

pleased. His hazel eyes were brown. And when he saw her hold her head

what would have become of her life. It's like Kimberly was ready to kill any moment. It was good idea that Chris had brought them it a hotel

needs fresh air from outside and maybe she could walk down the streets. She took the keys that Chris had left on coffee table

early? They got to be sick for that to happen. And judging by the

elevator door beamed notifying her that she was at the lobby. Once it opened, she stepped

towards the outside. Her hands were in fist while she talked and her head was

she judge me? Does she have even the slightest idea of what I've gone through all my life? Does she think because I'm a governor's daughter everything was handed to me in a sliver flatter? How dare she

substance flowing down her stomach, her fist grew harder that her knuckles hurt. She looked up and saw the hard

stopped to flow any further was chocolate or coffee. Whatever the damn cup he was

green eyes locked with the darkest eyes she had ever see. She wanted to look away since all

She said to

burns making him look too perfect for a magazine model. To her, he looked utterly delicious in navy

were hidden by the trouser he was wearing

going crazy. Look away before this becomes too embarrassing

if reading her thoughts, the gentleman

checking out?" He asked a deep

voice that she had never had any man speak in. She always told her brother that he had deep voice, but it was no near to this strangers. Never in her widest dreams did she think she would ever hear any

hers. "I know

was the one who had purred the long forgotten

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