This is a story about Priscilla DuPont, daughter of Winola and Bentley DuPont from Arranged to him and Perci Monet, a new character in their world.

if you want a little more insight read Julius & Julia.

COMING SOON

「 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🥹🤦🏾‍♀️」

Copyright © 2021 by Kalista Bemah (rewrite Copyright © 2023)

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any forms or means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior permission of the author.

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「 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 ❤️‍🔥」

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person's, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental.
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「 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶 🛑⚠️ 」

This book contains a lot of mature content, dark themes, sexual assault, and rape. You must know, I DO NOT CONDONE THIS. So if you're not comfortable with this stuff, then this book may not be for you.
The antagonists are twisted and evil.

And characters in the book will disappoint once or twice in the book, especially because they aren't exactly normal people...that's life.

If you hate stories with couples that have children...leave, don't even start typing in the comments about it.

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「 αυтнσr'ѕ ησтє 🖤」

Like always, I absolutely love you for choosing my book to read ᰔღꨄ

I always check the comments, even though I don't answer some of them, because I love each and every one of you who puts my story in a book list, votes on my story, or comments. It means the world to me.

please vote and comment your thoughts because it makes me determined...someone actually likes my story ya know? And helps me to improve and be a better writer for y'all 😉

(𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼)
For Visual readers only (unless you like the characters chosen)

NONE OF THESE PICTURES ARE NOT MINE

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓲 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓽: 30

𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓓𝓾𝓟𝓸𝓷𝓽: 27

Pleasance 'Marie' Monet: 18

(I know it's cringy but this was 2021, and I don't feel like changing this and finding a new person to be Pleasance)

Pierrette 'Ettie' Monet: 16

ʟʏᴀ ᴅᴜʙᴏɪs: 26

I can't with this one. Just bare with it, please, this is why I had to rewrite this story 🤦🏾‍♀️

Blurb#1

During her mission in Spain, Priscilla's boyfriend, Weston, cheats on her. However, Priscilla remains indifferent, knowing that their relationship was never based on love but rather on blackmail and manipulation that forced her to leave the love of her life, Perci Monet. 

After her mission in Spain, she escapes to France seeking a fresh start, but Priscilla's past catches up with her when Perci, her ex-boyfriend, kidnaps her in France. To her surprise, Perci had abandoned his dreams of becoming a lawyer and became an assassin, just like her. 

Instead of fighting her way out, Priscilla chooses to endure his torment, hoping to alleviate some of the pain he caused her. Promising to keep the disgusting blackmail that broke them apart to herself.

Bound by a tangled web of emotions and secrets, Priscilla and Perci's paths unite once again. As they grapple with their intertwined destinies, Priscilla must confront her feelings for Perci and decide whether to reveal the truth about the blackmail that tore them apart. In this thrilling tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, Priscilla finds herself torn between the past she left behind and the uncertain future with the man who once and still does hold her heart.

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"You used to be normal," I whispered. "You were supposed to be a lawyer, you.....you were so good."

"I used to love you," Perci retorts. "You were supposed to be the love of my life," he chuckles. "But I guess I didn't make enough for you to spend on Chanel." He points to the Chanel bracelets I bought for myself with Weston's money.

I only kept them because I liked them, not Weston. "No, it's because–"

He rips them off my arms. "Go back to your room."

I pouted. "But I'm hungry."

Percy tilted his head teasingly. "What happened to the strawberries? You didn't like them?"

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second. "You know I don't."

Perci rolled his eyes. "I don't care; you can eat tomorrow. When I fish money out from somewhere." He said sarcastically.

"But I haven't eaten. I made eggs in the hostel and–"

Perci smirked. "I know; I ate them." Perci backed me up unto a wall, dragging his finger softly down my face. "Tu sais que j'aime tes oeufs... mon amour." (You know I love your eggs... my love)

I leaned into him, in a trance, trying to kiss him, and he scoffed mockingly, pulling away. "Go back to your room. Lya will fix you something."

COMING SOON

Please ignore the character boards. I made them when I was 12-13ish. I'm just too lazy to change them.

And please remember that this book is not my first priority and only back because so many people have asked me and I have provided and I hope you enjoy it 😉

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