I was tired of being Bruce's lap-dog. Now, he was making me so angry, that I couldn't even hide how pissed off I was anymore. With the way that he spoke to me and treated me. I had to defend myself.
"Why are you never satisfied with anything I do?" I shouted angrily. "If you have such a fucking problem, why did you marry me?!"
I screamed bloody murder, not able to hide the rage inside of me. My blood boiling to the point it almost dried up.
I was so sick of this.
So damn fucking sick of this.
"I think we both married each other for the sake of pleasing our fucking parents," Bruce snarled, seething. "I'm tied to you for life. Isn't that fucking enough for you?"
I rolled my eyes bitterly, not wanting to waste my breath on this bastard. Knowing that no matter how much we bickered, it would never come to an end, and it would never solve anything. I always went round in circles with Bruce.
"Whatever," I sneered. "Let's just go, I'm tired of arguing with you."
"Not till you do something about that fucking dress!" Bruce roared. "I have a reputation to maintain. I married a modest woman, not a fucking Victoria Secret Model!"
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Forbidden Fruit: A Dark Mafia Love Triangle Romance
RomanceArturo Abruzzi tore the world apart to find the woman that he loved, who mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Feeling empty without her. Cold. Numb. Hollow. Feeling like he was better off dead. Better off six feet under the fucking ground. And...
