Chapter 1
GREY
If you are looking for a flawless male character, this is not for you.
I repeat this is not for you.
If you are looking for that dashing, successful, romantic, loving, handsome, and perfect man, I am not the one. I am far from being perfect.
And if you’re thinking I’m going to be somehow redeemed by a woman, sorry not sorry to burst your bubble. I am not redeemable.
Which is why you need to stop reading because I will definitely break your heart and shatter every bit of hope you have for me. But then again I don’t care about your feelings. I have never cared for anyone’s feelings. I am a self-centered man who only cares for himself and himself alone and in the process, I am about to lose the greatest gift life has ever given to me.
Ava Jones.
But do I still care?
So I am warning you one last time, find something else to read because I will break you and you would curse the day you read this prologue.
But if you still want to continue, My name is Grey Storm, and don’t say I didn’t warn you enough.
AVA
My name is Ava Jones and I made the greatest mistake of my life by trying to redeem a man I should have given up on. I am fighting for my life beneath an oxygen mask, IV tube connected to my wrist, and the EKG slowly counting down to my last day, hour, minute, and second.
I don’t know if I’ll survive this but I hope and pray that I do.
It is often said that people who have unfinished business don’t die. I hope I don’t because I have unfinished business with the man who ruined me, the one who made my life what it is.
Grey Storm.
Please read my story and don’t judge me. I did all I did out of love but I loved the wrong person and the consequences became fatal even for my strong-willed body.
Did I learn?
I know Grey would have told you not to read this story, typical him. He thinks he’s too bad, but I beg to differ. Beneath all that callous attitude, I know there’s a sweet soul waiting to be unleashed.
But how do you save someone who doesn’t want to be saved?
Note from Author.
Happy ever afters don’t exist anymore. We all can’t be Cinderella and the prince, some of us are meant to be Ava and Grey.
