Unspoken Longings

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Summary

"Love can be a blessing... or a prison." He's rich, spoiled, and used to getting everything he wants. The moment he sets his eyes on her, there's no turning back. He'll do anything for her... even if it means controlling her, blackmailing her, and bending her world to his will. She loves him too, but his love suffocates her. Every "I love you" feels like a chain, every smile hides a warning. If she breaks up, he threatens to reveal their secret to a family that would never understand. Can love survive when it's twisted by obsession? Or will it destroy them both before they even get a chance to be happy?

Genre
Romance
Author
Vivi_0521
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
10
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

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Hey, lovely readers 💕

Thanks a ton for picking up this story for diving into this piece of me. What you’re about to read isn’t just fiction or a made-up tale. These are my real memories, real heartbreaks, real laughter, and all the messy, raw parts of my life.

Every chapter, every line came from moments I’ve lived. I’ve shared my soul here, and I hope you feel what I felt not just with your eyes, but with your heart.

A few things you should know: English isn’t my first language, so if anything feels a little off like a phrase that sounds weird, that’s just me being me. I’m doing my best to put my emotions into words, and sometimes that’s messy, but it’s honest.

Also, this is my very first time writing a book. I’m learning as I go, and this story is my biggest leap. So thank you for believing in me enough to read it.

One more thing: I’ve changed the names of the main protagonists, including myself, because this is deeply personal. I want to protect my real identity and also respect the privacy of others. So yes, names are different, but the emotions, the story, the truth, the feelings, the events ... they’re as real as it gets.

There’s something very important I want to ask from your heart: please don’t copy or reuse my story. This is my journey, my memories, my voice. I trust you to read it, to feel it, maybe even to heal with it but please don’t replicate it.

Thank you for holding this space for me, for being my witness, and for understanding.

With all my heart,

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