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Chapter 1 A Promise by the Sea

On a sunny beach, ten-year-old Emma Jones was crouched down, totally focused on finding some rad seashells. She picked up a colorful one, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, check this out! George, you're gonna love it!" Emma dashed over to her peer, George Russell.

George, all decked out in fancy clothes, was sitting on the sand looking pretty bummed. He glanced up at Emma, whose dress was all faded and worn, with a curious look in his eyes.

"Why'd you give me this shell?" George asked.

"Because you look down, and I wanna cheer you up." Emma smiled, handing him the shell, her voice full of hope.

George took the shell and smiled a bit, "Thanks! This shell is really cool, I like it."

"Awesome. You should always be happy." Emma blinked, her face lighting up with a pure smile.

"I will!" George nodded, a small smile on his lips.

That summer, they met at the beach every day and had a blast together.

One day, Emma cut her foot on some glass and started bleeding, so George carried her to the hospital.

As she lay on his back, her cheeks glowing from the sunset, her heart was racing.

Blushing, she tightened her arms around George's neck, "George, I wanna be with you forever."

Perhaps it was the warmth of the sunset that made George promise, "When we grow up, I'll marry you!"

They looked at each other and smiled, the promise feeling super solid in the sunlight.

Time flew by, and Emma grew up.

At a classmate's birthday party, Emma somehow got drunk. A bit tipsy, she grabbed a room key and opened a door, only to be stunned by what she saw.

"George?" She stared at the handsome George half-lying on the bed. He might've been drunk too.

George looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Emma was over the moon, thinking that after all these years, George still recognized her. But to her shock, George's next move was to pull her onto the bed.

Her breasts was squished under George's rough hands, and amidst the pain, Emma felt a weird tingling. Before she could figure out what was happening, her clothes were already off.

Her smooth, delicate body drove George wild, and he couldn't control himself anymore, the heat inside him desperately seeking release. He embraced the cool, soft body in front of him.

George let out a satisfied sigh, his warm hands eagerly exploring Emma's untouched body.

Emma cried out in pain, a wave of agony washing over her. She wanted to escape but couldn't.

George's burning body held her tightly, overwhelming her. She didn't know how long it lasted, but Emma's consciousness started to fade.

George finally let go.

As he came back to his senses, he looked at Emma, covered in bruises on the bed, his brow furrowing deeply. He knew he usually had strong self-control, and today's loss of control wasn't just because of the booze.

Clearly, he had been set up.

And the person who set him up was definitely connected to the Emma in front of him.

"George..." Emma called out softly, only for George to grab her by the throat!

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