{"id":265690,"date":"2026-07-16T14:21:44","date_gmt":"2026-07-16T11:21:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/little-did-you-know-grace-emadden\/"},"modified":"2026-07-16T14:21:44","modified_gmt":"2026-07-16T11:21:44","slug":"little-did-you-know-grace-emadden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/little-did-you-know-grace-emadden\/","title":{"rendered":"Little Did You Know – Grace EMadden"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I pulled out my first white dress of the day and started my routine. Javier just left my room, or I should say, my shower. It had been weeks since Javier began acting differently toward me. He was in my bed every single night, and it was sucking the life out of me. All I could do was pray that I wouldn’t be pregnant. One would think he would be too old for such stamina, but he acted like a young man. I tried to give Maria and Travis time, but I couldn’t give them too much more.<\/p>\n

If I was pregnant, I knew it was an innocent life that needed protecting, and I wouldn’t go through with my plan. I was two days late, but that could have just been due to my change in hormones from stopping birth control. Javier was aware, he kept track of such things. He no longer visited the other girls, the ones meant for the off-site torture rooms I never saw.<\/p>\n

I should have been grateful not to have experienced as much abuse or been raped. Javier received my consent after a night of drinking wine and acting like a normal person. I knew giving into him was my only hope to live. It could have been worse. Amish could have been there torturing me. I was sure he was dead, especially since Javier found out about his obsession with me. I met him downstairs for breakfast, while the girls had theirs in the kitchen.<\/p>\n

It was the one meal a day where it was just us. He stood when he saw me and smiled. “There’s the love of my life, I’m surprised you weren’t late this morning, I held you up a little in the shower.” He gave me a wink then kissed my cheek. I didn’t need his reminder. I could still feel him, and I hated it.<\/p>\n

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309 Printed in the United States of America OceanofPDF.com \u201cYour memory feels like home to me.<\/p>\n

So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it\u2019s way back to you.\u201d \u2015 Ranata Suzuki OceanofPDF.com Contents Title Page Copyright Epigraph Somewhere Out There Over My Dead Body The Good Old Days Drowning To Love A Friend Birthday Wishes Tomorrow Is Never Promised No Escape The Darkest Night Present Day An Emergency Case Targeted The Update Sleuthing Genius Games Cold Geared Up My Life Hope Sometimes Fades Dreams Interrogation My Own Terms To Lose What You Never Wanted The Last Puzzle Piece Fear My Reality Patience Damaged Her Needs Struggles To Dream Of Her Facing Him The Beginning Flying Suspicions Starting Trouble The Explosion Unintentional Freedoms This One Moment A Lifetime Of Waiting My Best Friend A New Man Changes The Promise Same Old Games Manipulation Acceptance Facing That Night A Friend\u2019s Pain David\u2019s Fear A Fresh Start That Moment About The Author Books By This Author OceanofPDF.com Somewhere Out There Travis Caddel It was the small things that brought her spirit to the surface of my memory.<\/p>\n

There were times in my life, where I felt stuck and couldn’t move forward. It was one of those days. I stood in the park and noticed children laughing and throwing snowballs at each other, but that’s not what gave me pause. It was the elderly woman sitting on a bench, watching the children with adoration in her eyes. Was she reliving a beautiful childhood memory that seemed just like yesterday? Time is a strange thing, it moves slowly when you’re at work staring at the clock, hoping the end of your workday comes soon.<\/p>\n

Then at other times, it moves fast as you’re trying to hold on to the most precious moments and praying they never end. Then there’s the time where you\u2019ve lost a loved one and you feel like everything should just stop. You’ve lost something precious, and you think everyone in the world should stop what they’re doing, because the world cannot go on without her.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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