Prologue

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Love.

An emotion that binds.

Hate.

An emotion that divides.

Is it even possible to feel both emotions for the same man? I feel guilty for my doings as he leaves feathery kisses on my cheek. I drift into a troubled sleep, battling over what to choose - face him or walk away.

I am Brianna White and this is my story.

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