Rhys and Myla are both from rich families, when they're forced into an arranged marriage. From trying to have a blended family, strict parents, crippling trauma. Will they make it through and fall in love on the way?
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I dropped Myla back home and Lou and i are going to my penthouse to get the boxes and get into comfy clothes before we help Myla pack.
"Did you like her?" I asked looking in my revision mirror.
"Yes." Lou nodded. "Shes very pretty." She dribbled.
I nodded. And then remembered Lou told Myla. Remind me to never tell Lou again.
"Shes gonna move in with us soon, baby girl." I said.
"Is she gonna be my Mommy?"
My chest squeezed. I don't know how to answer it.
"Maybe." I said.
We went home and got changed.
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her fit^^
I put her in a more comfy outfit, and change her nappy. I pack a small bag, with nappies, her teddy and a dummy. I don't know how long we would be at Myla's.
I got changed also.
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My fit ^^
My tattoos rippled up my arm, over my chest covered by my shirt. I drove to Myla's house and knocked on the door, Lou in my arms.
Myla answered, and my eyes flicked over her, as if holding back a low rumble.
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