Prologue
I wasn’t
a woman who minced words to soothe another person. Nor am I going to change my
mind once I placed a person in my “trash” bin.
People
described me as bitchy, stuck-up, scary, hot and crazy vindictive. Do I care?
Yeah, right.
Wealth,
beauty and all the attention were showered on me at a very young age—but one
thing was missing. Love. Where do I even begin with this complex word?
Love led
my father to his demise.
Love made
me ache for my mother’s non-existent one.
Love
ruined me for the rest of the male species.
It didn’t
take long though until I discovered the power of beauty and sex. I got my
euphoric highs from making men suffer—may it be emotional, mental,
physical—blue balls anyone?
Validation.
Needing to prove a point that I held the power, that no one could come close to
hurt me any longer, and I was excellent at it. I was my own master. What else
could be better than that?
But once
again, Mister Cupid had a perverted way to scramble my very guarded personal
life.
Would I
let my fate choose for me? Or do I fight it tooth and nail as I’d have in the
past?
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