I’ve always been that guy, the one you want to be friends with.
The popular one. Idolised and adored, privileged and perfect in every way. But saints have sins, so I’ve kept mine well hidden.
No one knows the real me. Who I used to be. Who I’ve buried to survive. I never meant to hurt her while I took what was owed, but she was too tempting. Too sweet.
And now she’s back to even the score. An angel of death in a pretty dress, no less. She may be the girl of my dreams, a heavenly sin. But I'm no longer her plaything, taken in by stolen kisses and pretty lies. I'm not the same boy who loved her. Then.
And now, she looks at me with pure hatred. I ruined her reputation, tortured her soul. Broke her body in ways she never imagined. She wants her revenge...
But she hasn’t got the sweetest clue,
how to break a heart.
Not like I do...
Wicked Hearts at War, #3