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Laurel Mckee Fantastic

Venganza implora a Daphne .

¡Me arrebataron aquello que amaba!. ellosno me amaban, ahora me encuentro sola fría y despotejida, tomó aquel pequeño recipiente de cristal,recordando esas palabras -tómalo de todas formas eres solo un estorbo, ellos me aman.- sus palabras suenan como una victoria ganada. mis lágrimas se desbordan sin control por mi rostro. hazel su Guardia nos observaba con una mirada burlezca, mis ojos son de su plica. -oh...pobre indefensa, Daphne al fin obtienes lo que mereces por arrebatar lo que nunca fue tuyo-. su tono despectivo,lleno de malicia resonante en la Sala, antes de ser tomada de el cabello sintiendo un dolor agudo e insoportable. -en tiende no eres mejor que yo, siempre. fui mejor que tu lo tengo todo y tu nada-. siento como mi cuerpo se desploma en el piso, colapso sobre mis propias lágrimas, antes de beber el pequeño frasco. ella mira feliz el momento, a ella no le importa mi sufrimiento solo desea mi muerte más que nada. -¿por que?..., ¿que...hice para merecer es...to?- mi voz tan débil como nunca apagando se en un debil susurro , mi cuerpo temblando, ella solo sonríe. -te odio eres algo que debo quitar de el camino,además de ser solo un obstáculo-. su voz suave pero llena de malicia ,sus ojos observando me con una mirada llena de maldad y codicia aún cuando mi cuerpo colapsa escupiendo sangre, ¡nunca existió un por que solo me odiaba.! sonrió colapsando por el veneno en mi cuerpo, aquello que me hace escupir sangre, mi vista nublada se despide de este mundo oscuro sin pizca de emoción. oh... la voz de aquella chica sonando como una débil despedida a este cruel mundo que llame hogar, su cuerpo muerto ya hacia en el piso, la amante celebrando su victoria. --- -!esto es injusto si yo estuviera allí, la haria arrepentirse!- rechino los dientes con furia, antes de ir a la cama estaba molesta, Daphne era una miga jerarquía y una estúpida, pero aún así se aferró hasta su último aliento en una falsa esperanza de nada. me tumbó en mi cama. -eres una pendeja Daphne pero no te culpo , ya que fuiste creada para ser dócil y sumisa solo para tres imbéciles que no te merecen-. me recuesto en mi cama mirando el techo. -como sea-.
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Laurel

--- Alora Serano is a therapist with a gift for healing broken minds—but she never expected to be forced into marrying one. Her husband, Laurel Ashford, is a powerful CEO with a sharp tongue, colder eyes, and a past he keeps buried in silence. Their marriage is nothing more than a calculated transaction between two families—but beneath the formalities and tension lies something far more dangerous: chemistry. From the moment Alora enters Laurel’s world, he makes it clear—he didn’t ask for a wife, especially not one with eyes that see right through him. "You’re wasting your time trying to fix me, mia cara," Laurel mutters one night, jaw clenched, eyes dark with everything he refuses to say. "And yet, here you are... letting me in, inch by inch," Alora replies softly, holding his gaze. He smirks, the edge of something darker curling at his lips. "You like how my fingers make you feel, don’t you, Alora?" Their dynamic is a storm. Passion tangled in pain. One moment, they're at each other’s throats, the next, they’re pressed against the walls in breathless silence, trying to pretend the desire doesn’t mean anything. But it does. Every glance burns. Every accidental touch leaves a mark. Alora never meant to fall for a man who weaponized distance, and Laurel never expected a woman who could unravel him with just a look. "You don't get to touch me like that and pretend it means nothing," she snaps during one of their many arguments. His voice is a low growl as he steps closer. "And you don't get to look at me like that unless you're ready for the consequences." As Alora digs deeper into his psyche, she uncovers the wounds he’s buried for years—wounds he never let anyone see. But love isn’t easy, not when trauma lurks in every corner and trust feels like a luxury neither of them can afford. When Laurel’s demons rise to the surface and Alora begins to break under the weight of loving a man who might never be able to love her back, the line between devotion and destruction begins to blur. "You make me want to believe in things I swore I never would again," Laurel whispers against her skin one night, vulnerable and raw for the first time. "And I want to be the reason you finally do," Alora breathes. Their story is messy, complicated, and maddening—but also intoxicating, healing, and unforgettable. In a marriage born out of duty, they discover that sometimes, the person you were forced to marry becomes the only one who can truly set you free. ---
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