My Bully Crush Volume 1 Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 135517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
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“I only agreed to do that stuff because you promised me that no one would ever find out. It was all your idea….”

“Good luck telling that to a judge. I suggest you stop acting as if you’re detached from this and start doing your part to get us out of this mess. If you’d done what you were supposed to, none of this would be happening. I should never have given him to you; years of planning are going down the drain because you were too stupid to keep your husband satisfied. Nicole would never have allowed this to happen.”

I hated her smug reminder that her filthy daughter had once shared my husband’s bed and hated even more that I’d had to swallow my own feelings at the time to get what I was after. Back then, my thinking was that as long as it wasn’t Elena he was in bed with, it was fine. Because I knew he didn’t love any of the women we drugged him into sleeping with, that she was the only one he truly loved and wanted.

Each time I helped them trick him into bed with one starlet or the other, I felt that I was that much closer to breaking the bond between them, but that was never the case. Instead, I got to witness firsthand the guilt he would feel when faced with what he had done while under the influence, and it fueled my need to hurt and humiliate her.

The more evident his genuine love for her was, the more I wanted to destroy her, and that feeling never went away. That’s why I had so much fun with Nicole, Noel, and a few of our friends, tearing her down, knowing what the stress was doing to her mental health, not to mention the flare-ups it would cause, which would lead her to take more pills, which only destroyed her body more.

It was a win-win situation, and if she died, so much the better. But now it was all falling apart. Ryder was no longer listening to me, he wasn’t even pretending to care any longer, and if that wasn’t bad enough, this MengeLiNi person was hell-bent on destroying everything we’d worked so hard for.

It’s been weeks since she started this campaign against me. I know it was a concentrated effort because she didn’t appear anywhere else online. It was as if she’d just appeared out of thin air one day, and I was her only target. Well, that’s not exactly true; she was going after Mary, Scott, Matt, and my parents, anyone who’d had a hand in getting Ryder and me together.

But why? I still don’t understand it. I thought I knew in the beginning when she first started. I was sure she was doing all this just to get Ryder and Elena back together, but then she’d scolded Elena’s fans for wanting them to get back together, and I was once again at a loss as to what her true motive was.

In the last few weeks, I’ve been tormented to no end, day after day. Each morning I dreaded waking up to face the new day because I never knew what new secret would be revealed to the world. Her information seemed to have no end, and no one could figure out as yet how she knew the things she was revealing, so there was no way to stop the flow.

As soon as we thought things were dying down, she’d come out with something else that was worse than the last, and the public was just eating it up. I’d graduated to hard drugs, but they weren’t doing much to numb my nerves because the onslaught was never-ending.

The threat of my every secret being revealed was something I could no longer handle, and I was at the end of my rope. What will she say next? Whose life will she destroy with her next move? I haven’t been out in days because there was no escape, but if I had to stay in this house alone with Ryder and his new friends, along with the new staff that he’d hired after getting rid of the people Mary and my dad had hired, I’d really lose my mind.

These people didn’t listen to me; in fact, they acted like I didn’t even exist, only taking orders from Ryder, and those two men, who I was more convinced daily, were not who they claimed to be. My phone dinged an alert. It was Elena’s, the alert I have on my phone that goes off whenever she’s in the news or mentioned online anywhere.

Mary’s phone went off at the same time, and we both read the latest at the same time. “Oh no, this is bad.” She turned and left without another word as I slumped into the nearest chair, feeling lifeless.


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