Only Angel
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Last published Thu, Sep 4, 2025
-the simple life rewritten-
Riley Deveraux was not the girl you brought home to your mother.
She was the girl you brought home and locked the door behind.
So no one else would ever get to touch her.
And every time she put her stethoscope to a chest and heard the heartbeat catch, every time someone said "you're too young to be this good," every time she kissed her husband's wrist where his pulse beat hard beneath her lips-
She remembered:
She was never meant to be saved.
She was meant to be sacred.
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