The Cruelest Stranger by Winter Renshaw

The first time I saw him was at a bar called Ophelia's on a misty Thursday night. I was there to drown my sorrows after a trying day, he was there to escape the storm. After a brief yet incredibly cruel exchange, the handsome stranger bolted before I had a chance to tell him off. Incensed and two cocktails deep, I followed him out the door, determined to give the audacious Adonis a piece of my mind. 


Tearing after him in heels and barely able to keep up in the freezing rain, I ended my chase when I realized where he was going.


They say never to judge someone unless you know their story. 


I never could have anticipated his...

And I never could have anticipated the way our paths would cross again-or that I would one day find myself falling for a man with a hollow cavity where his heart should be, a man as callous as he was beautiful, as complicated as he was mesmeric.

They say never to judge someone unless you know their story.

This one's ours.

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