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I temporarily abandoned my passion for writing. During that time, my on-going contract with MoboReader had come to an end. But I am back, and hopefully better

lled Changing My Fate, the first few

rd to the

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out, but still providing a low amber glow. When I try to sit up, Nathanial’

e dinner, the quarry, and the best sex I have ever expe

e into each other. It both frightened and excited me, but left me feeling confused after it was said and done

d to fix my personal and emotional problems. He is nothing like the man that was d

enough to do this mission, that I have to be strong. Get close to

y? Why am I telling myself that I can’t do this? That I’ve already failed, that I

on, and not feel utter guilt afterwards. Even i

, and tell me he loves me. I saw it in his eyes, in

Why did he plan this b

e King’s Hotel for the night, a place where he can leave the next morning

ne night. I don’t know how many times I've had to pretend to be asleep, or learn to be absolutely still an

y mission. If he has fallen as hard as I have, the

he is dead asleep. I rush around the room to gather the clothes he leant me, having no idea where my wet

jacket of some kind, so I can at least make it back to t

where thankfully my shoes are placed by the front door

the boots anyway, seeing them as more suitable footwear for the long walk ahead of m

be that har

way and my hope falls. Thi

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ad into town, trying my best to keep my pace up, but my legs are already starting to feel like

least half-way

hind me, heading in the direction of town. I turn around and start to wave them d

ld be anyone, but I

omplete stop, my instincts kick in and I take off running, ignoring the burning in my legs. I hear the squ

a halt in front of me, and a darkly dressed man with a mask rush toward me. Before I can open my mouth to scream o

lready caught. I try and make out any features on my captors' face, before the darkness takes over, but al

hould have jus

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the pillows, expecting to hit the soft flesh of the goddess next to me. I

but my golden goddess is nowhere to

I done last night, that might have scared her off? Did I a

if he has seen Grace at the Gala, but there is no answer at home or

ay I imagined the connection we have, I know she felt it too. It’s no longer about the stupid bet, it n

you,

question why Phyllis is standing in the kitchen doorway as I blow past her, alr

I rip open the door and

d from the rain, looking ready to murder me. This

is pistol to aim at the center of my head. “You know exactly wh

ce, trying my best to keep my anger at bay and remain neutral,

so urgently? What has happened?” I ask, once again trying to remain clueless and calm, not alerting

crumpled piece of paper into my chest, fina

he debt. You a

o debt with anyone, and if I did, I wou

s ugly head through my chest. I grab a fist full of his shirt and ram him again

yourselves into, huh? What filthy bastards have my girl?!” I scream at him, m

und her little finger, didn’t she? My father and I were starting to have doubts, with her

g him repeatedly until I feel satisfie

I mutter, with so much deadly

a mouth full of blood. “Get whatever information she can from the pub, then get close with you, so she could get in deeper, find out anything

ead against the wall once more, bef

time I thought I was playing

t me. She

n why Daniel is here now, loo

headed last n

come back to the manor with all the information and documents she was able to gather f

mean? Is she not a member

father, though he was friends with hers. She sought our family our when she crawled off that boat with nothing to her name, begging for

is that

then break your heart in the only

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g me? How did I manage to g

ave paid attention to the slight red flags around me. Why would someone like these two, looking like they just crawled out of the s

e woke up. I was surprised he didn’t spring into action when I moved off the bed, having noticed how alert and focused he

nd out I never planned to return? Besides, these guys don’t look like they would ever work

who do they

athanial's place for him to have figured out what happened, and sent thugs after me,

my sweet talk hadn’t worked back when I crossed over, they would’ve just sent me back, not

e from the dirtbag hiding in the back that I hadn’t saw when I climbed in at first. It took him seconds to get this cloth bag over my head, then my hands

d hog tie her? If you’re planning on defiling me, I promise you really

. No point in trying to hide their identities, I already saw their faces and I don’t recognize either of them, though I hadn’t seen

pristine are the words that come to mind listening to it. This is obviously someone of high power, or the one in power himself,

r down

egs. When the bag is ripped off my head, it’s thankfully dark enough in the small warehouse style room for my eyes to adjust quickly, an

e moment his eyes make contact with mine, his lig

to sound sincere, but I see the glint in his eye. He has no intent

kidnap me and drag me here

come over with a file in hand, passing it to the man

casian mother, and yet your twin brother could p

the hell is the man talking about? How

no one outside of my family knows that, and I’m the only one who made it over here.

d my body grows impatient. His men take that as a sign of resistance and have thei

iate danger for the moment, but that doesn’t mean one wrong move, and I won’t end up with

important business partner of mine, but recently he has

mob dealings, I’m not close enough to Nathani

ne as rarely ever seen a beautiful woman such as yourself leaving. There is a reason Nathanial Galloway built a manor far out into a

e, he holds dear?” It’s my turn to laugh at him/

rasped tightly between his fingers a

o anyone who walks these streets, that Nathanial and his family are a part of an elite Irish mob, who are trying to crawl their way out of the gutter and join the big boys like me.

ons. If I ever wanted to make it out of New York with enough money to live a decent life, I had to connect myself with the o

you but I don’t know anything other than the man is desperate for affection.” That isn’t exactly a lie, anyone who get

ms of another or not. My heart beats painfully in my chest, knowing that I was that person to him, and I tore mys

al anything to a woman. From my understanding, even the woman of the family barely knows anything, or have any involvement in th

wn at my feet and hands bound to this dirty and unstable chair. If I was any heavier than I am, moving just

who has already been claimed by Nathanial, and he isn’t

by targeting what he thinks is his biggest weakness. I let ou

ing you find fun

e foreign name. “How d

his hand, a victoriou

your real mother is. There are records of everything that happens in this world, whether it be physical evide