Alpha in Color

Her name was Brisa Dorsey. She was overjoyed at the upcoming marriage with her boyfriend, who she had been in love with for years. But just before they were to apply for their marriage license, she found out that her boyfriend had an affair with Brisa's stepsister. In a fit of anger, Brisa decided to pay a man to have sex with her. Drunk as a skunk, Brisa shouted orders to the owner of the club she went to that night, wanting to have sex with him. And when she woke up the next day, she found that everyone was calling her "Mrs. Johns". Shocked, Brisa found out she had got married! To whom? The terrifying "Cold-Face King" in New York, who was the head of the Johns family as well as the Johns Group! But rumor had it that he never hang out with women. Didn't he like men? Sure enough, those rumors were all just rumors...

Isabella Anderson · Urban

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Chapter .54.

It takes one moment to hate who you are,

and a lifetime to remember how to love

yourself again.

This is the most important war.

-Erin Van Vuren

***

A shadow stands over me. Darkness clings to his face, obscuring the features of him from my sight, but his voice tells me who it is.

Grandjay whispers to the room, not knowing that I am awake. I am awake and listening to him as he stands over my damaged body.

"Soraya. Soraya. Wake up. Soraya."

He waits. I can see the debate in his limbs as a stiffness comes over the air. Instincts telling me he is deciding if he can touch me to make me open my eyes.

I know I would be able to handle the pain if he does. So I speak.

"Grandjay."

My voice is rough. It scrapes against my throat, raw and low, dragged out against my will from the reluctance of opening my eyes to cast away the darkness.

He sighs, stepping into my eyesight.

"I heard."

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