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“I don’t want to lose you, Elsie. That’s why I didn’t tell you. Of course, I would tell you once we got married—”

“Once we got married?” she scoffs. “You’re just like my parents. Did you think I wouldn’t have any option once I was trapped in marriage with you?” She cries, brushing away her tears. “God, I was such a fool. I thought you really loved me.”

“I do love you,” I tell her. “And I’d kill myself before I ever made you unhappy.”

Elsie shakes her head. “I don’t trust you anymore, Ronan.” She reaches for the wedding band on her finger and pulls it off. My heart turns to stone when she places it on the desk. “I can’t marry you, not like this.”

“Elsie, baby…listen to me....” My body is frozen in place as she moves toward the door. I grab her before I can think, enveloping her in a back hug. My hands squeeze her body, hoping she realizes how much I want her.

“Baby, don’t go.” I hold her tight. “I love you.” My lips kiss the back of her neck and she shivers under me, responding to my kiss. “Tell me what I can do to make it okay.”

For a moment, she melts into my embrace, and I think she’s going to give me a chance, but then, her hands come to rest on my arms, and she says, “You’re hurting me.”

I let her go reluctantly and she turns around to meet my eye, one hand on the doorknob. “Don’t ever contact me again.”

And then, she opens the door and leaves. I’m left stunned, standing in place as I hear the main door lock.

Elsie is gone and it’s all my fault.

I sink to the ground, regretting the day I came up with this sick revenge plan. Back then, I could’ve never imagined that I’d find the love of my life in Elsie, the very woman I planned todestroy. Blackness covers my vision as I sink to the floor and let the first tear escape my eye.

CHAPTER 8

ELSIE

THREE WEEKS LATER—

Ilook at the bookshelf in front of me, my face between my legs. My exams are done and I’m all set to graduate, but I feel like shit. I gaze down at my phone which is flooded with messages from Ronan. He messages me several times a day to make sure I’m doing okay. A big bouquet of roses sits on my table, making me feel even worse. Ronan got it delivered this morning, and I had to lie to my Mom and Dad about it being from Bill.

After I left Ronan, George said he’d convinced Bill to give me another chance. My parents think I’ve been talking to him over the phone, but they’re wrong. Bill just sent me one text saying he’d like to take me on a date and I haven’t even replied to him yet. Ronan, on the other hand, has been blowing up the phone.

Ronan: Good morning. How’s my baby girl doing today? I saw these roses and thought of you.

He says that he loves me several times a day, trying to break down the walls between us. The messages bleed into one another, reminding me of the time when I used to persistently text him. There are no dick pics, however, only confessions of love.

Ronan: I’m sorry. I’m going to keep saying sorry until you believe it.

Ronan: How was your math exam? I know my baby girl aced it.

Even though I haven’t seen him in weeks, he’s all I think about. I sit in bed, my heart in pieces. He calls me at least twenty times a day, but I never answer. I gaze ahead, seeing nothing but a harmless book where Ronan’s camera was. I wish he could watch me right now, falling apart and crying all the time.

It’s been three weeks since we broke up since I returned his ring and left him, and I still feel the heartbreak like it was yesterday.

My exams are done and I should be excited because my parents are planning my wedding with Bill. Except, my heart hurts. My stomach hurts. My body hurts. Everything hurts. Another message lights up my phone and my eyes eagerly devour it.

Ronan: I love you, baby girl.

My heart squeezes with pain. I want to go to him. I want him to hold me as I fall apart, but I can’t.

After I came back home from Ronan’s dorm, I cried for hours. When the tears dried, I realized I wasn’t crying because he’d lied to me, I was crying because I’d been stupid. What George did to Ronan’s brother is unforgivable and I don’t know if I can be with him, knowing how my family messed up his brother. He’s determined, strong, and single-minded, and the fact that he found it in his heart to love me, the sister of the boy who drove his brother to death, is something I can’t even comprehend.

A wave of nausea fills my stomach when I see a picture of Ronan on my phone, his sexy smile and those bright silver eyes filling my gaze. Longing fills my heart. Now that I’ve had some time to think, I understand why he did what he did. I’d do the same if I’d lost my brother. Hell, I’d probably set my house onfire instead of patiently stalking me. Now, I know what it feels like to lose someone you love.

I’ve wanted to apologize to him since that day. I know he stalked me, but when I saw those videos on his computer, I felt my pussy clench. The thought of Ronan being so obsessed with me, of stalking me weirdly turns me on. Even now, I want him to see me as I take off my clothes, as I wish for his big hands to caress my wet pussy. His burning desire is the reason I’m attracted to him. He’s the kind of man who’d go to the ends of the earth for the woman he loves, and that is what makes him so sexy. Deep inside, I know he is different. He's broken and obsessive, and I love that part of him too. I love that he’s obsessed with me.

A knock resounds on my door and I hurriedly wipe away my tears, reaching for the knob. But when I open it, I see George standing on the other side.

“George?”

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