Chapter 1 – Attacked kwa Angels
Rosalie’s POV:
It had been just a few dakika since my so-called ‘fiancé’ Royce had attacked me. I lay shivering and bruised on the cold pavement, with a ripped shirt—the buttons scattered everywhere—and messy blonde hair, my makeup kwa my dried-up tears. I was abandoned, phone nowhere near me—I didn’t want to move; everything ached—moaning for help in the dimly lit alley. Royce and his Marafiki had flee, too drunk to know where they were headed and had probably passed out a few miles ahead.
They might as well be dead, I weakly grumbled to myself...
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