Let go no longer love, hate my boyfriend waiting for me on the road to hell
Language: en
Julian’s young niece had been stalked, brutally violated, and died a horrific death. And he made me strip bare, forcing me to my knees in front of her memorial service, demanding I beg for forgiveness. My arms instinctively crossed over my chest, trying desperately to cover myself, but Julian just gave a chilling smirk. His cold, heartless voice shattered the last shred of my hope. “Harper, why wasn't it *you* who died?” He shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the floor. My hand instinctively flew to my stomach. But the next moment, his mocking voice, devoid of all mercy, pierced…