Her past brought us together, but it was mine that tore us apart.She was stunning—long, wavy hair and a smile that could bring a man to his knees. The moment my eyes locked onto hers, there was no one else. Not the party around me. Not the blonde on my lap whispering in my ear. Just her.I told myself it was nothing. My eyes wandered to beautiful women all the time. But there was just something about this one that drew me in.I needed to talk to her, ...

The torture was meant to break her, but it was the truth that made her heart bleed.She left this world believing she wasn't my everything.It's the thought that echoes in my mind as I fall to my knees, stunned. I never got to tell her the truth before she was taken. I never got to tell her I hadn't knowingly betrayed her, that I still loved her. Now I'm staring at the image of her gone, her tangled brown hair fanned around her face, lifeless, replay...

My mind forced me to forget the pain, but when he walked back into my life, my heart begged me to remember.I blinked.That's all it took for eight months to disappear. I closed my eyes, and when they opened again, I was in a hospital bed with a gunshot wound in my arm and part of my life missing.I've been told it's better that way—to forget my past. But if it was all so terrible, then why does the stranger with the stormy brown eyes make my heart bet...

Nobody could've known how far they'd go. Not even her.I wore my thick skin like a shield, thinking her words would bounce off me. I spent three long years foolishly thinking nothing she said had penetrated it. Then, in one night, my carefully constructed armour crumbled around me. I became careless. Impulsive. I tried to gain validation from someone I'd just met, a guy with sandy blond hair and dimples that made it hard to think straight.Time flashed forwar...

They thought they had everything figured out, but the one thing they didn't plan for was me.One minute and ten seconds…Without a heartbeat. Without breath. Without thought.That's how long I was able to abandon my heartache before the doctors brought me back.I know I should've been thankful for the miracle. Few people get to experience death and live to tell about it. Yet, as I lay in a sterile hospital room, reliving the moment I became a ma...

I'd finally had enough, but he refused to let me go.The man I fell in love with was handsome and charming, the kind of man who turned my stomach into a cage of butterflies just at the sight of him. He was someone who made me feel wanted and needed, who placed me on a pedestal in the centre of his world. He wasn't someone so lost inside his jealousy and anger that he'd hit or control me. No, that was the man I was going to marry. I just didn't know it then.I...