UNDER HIS CONTROL

UNDER HIS CONTROL

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"It's funny how a small, foolish belief can either bloom into something that brightens your life... or destroy it entirely. That's exactly what happened to me- the boy who everyone looked at as if he were bad luck, a curse, a sin that should've never existed in this already damned world. But what happens when you start believing it yourself? When you're forced to witness the terrifying sight of a corpse in the pitch- black darkness? It didn't end there. Because of that so-called bad luck... I met you. You became my bad luck. You became my eternal curse. ⚠️Content warning: This story explores dark and sensitive themes. Please note that these elements do not reflect my personal beliefs or values, and nothing here is meant to romanticise toxic or harmful behaviour. If such topics make you uncomfortable, I sincerely recommend not reading it. And also, This is my very first book, and English is not my first language. There might be some grammar or spelling mistakes here and there, so if you notice anything feel free to let me know! I'd be more than happy to fix them and improve. πŸ’• Thank you for giving this story a chance - your support means the world to me! ✨ New chapter every Saturday🫢🏼
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On his death bed my father had one wish, or two in my perspective. First that i try to live a peaceful life, one he couldn't ever dream of. Second to marry the son of his partner. As the first could only be achieved by the actualisation of the second. He wanted me to wash my hands clean of the mafia, he hadn't raised me to even pick a gun. He wanted a man who would protect me but would have me locked up behind him always. I hadn't even met my future husband but i walk down the aisle at the ripe age of twenty to be tied to a man i knew nothing of

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