Love Letters From Memphis

love letters from memphis B. LOVE PROLIFIC PEN PUSHER Copyright © 2023 by B. Love All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. contents Note: Preface Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Ten Years Later Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Epilogue Afterword Also by B. Love note: True lovers of B. Love, continue swiping after you reach The End for details on how you can receive exclusive, limited-edition copies of books and B. Love merch. preface Please note: Though this is a dual point of view book, the first 15,000 words or so are told from the main female character’s point of view only. Don’t worry… Londen is worth the wait. Very briefly, suicide is mentioned in chapter six. Please skip that chapter if necessary for healthy reading. introduction Between Memphis and Rose Valley Hills… there are the good and the gritty—both have stories to tell. 💜💜💜 one Standing directly in front of the six-foot-tall mirror, Royalty looked herself over. She was no blushing bride. In fact, she had to constantly remind herself not to frown. The silver crown that set atop her elegant updo was slightly crooked. Inhaling a deep breath, Royalty’s eyes lowered down the silk gown that fit against her frame perfectly. “Are you ready, baby?” Royalty’s mother, Jennifer, asked. Blinking slowly, Royalty nodded. “As ready as I will ever be.” Jennifer chuckled. “You don’t sound too enthusiastic about marrying Steven. Are you getting cold feet?” Royalty was glad her mother waited until it was just the two of them in the room before she asked that. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have in front of several people. Her parents, Jennifer and Marcus, treated her differently since the birth of her sister, Regal. The two were five years apart, and from the beginning, Royalty felt the effects of being the older sibling. While her parents hadn’t outright forgotten about her, she was no longer their sole priority. The older Royalty got, the less her parents focused on her and gave their younger daughter their attention. As an adult, Royalty could tell herself that was the natural order of things, but the damage had already been done by that point. She rebelled heavily throughout her teenaged years to regain her parents’ attention and priority. And it worked, but the attention and priority weren’t given in love. They yelled more than anything else. Punished her more than they rewarded her. Disapproved of her actions more than they validated. But she was the center of their eyes again, and in that moment, that was all that mattered. By the time Royalty left for college, she’d received the nickname of Troublemaker. Her parents had all but washed their hands of her, practically forcing her to live on campus while she was in college and paying for her apartment when she graduated. Eventually, Royalty’s desire for them turned into resentment. In her mind, her parents should have known she was acting out to get their attention, but that had never been the case. Now, as a twenty-six-year-old woman, Royalty had gotten used to the lack of her parents in her life. Regal was still living at home, in college, making them proud. Her eyes rolled just at the thought. As much as Royalty wanted to open up to her mother about what she was thinking and feeling, Royalty felt it was pointless. She didn’t think Jennifer would care either way. However, Royalty couldn’t hide her physical reaction to her mother’s question. Did she have cold feet? At that point… they were frozen. “I just have a few last-minute feelings I need to work through, but I’ll be fine.” Turning Royalty toward her, Jennifer cupped her arms and looked directly into her oldest daughter’s eyes. “If you need to talk or hold off on the wedding, now’s the time, Royalty. Is everything okay?” Royalty scoffed, unable to hold it in as she removed her arms from her mother’s grip. “Please, don’t act like you care. You’re glad a man is marrying me. That keeps you and Daddy from being at the top of my emergency list.” Jennifer’s expression shifted from surprise to sadness. “How can you say that, Royalty? Your father and I love you. We will always be here for you. If you’re marrying Steven because you think otherwise…” “How can you stand there and say you will be there for me when you kicked me out the house as soon as you possibly could? I don’t really have anyone except my friends, so if I did need to talk to someone about how I was feeling, it would be to Destiny or Simone.” Jennifer’s mouth opened and snapped shut before she spoke. “Where is this coming from? I don’t understand why you’re speaking to me this way.” Royalty’s head shook as she passed her mother in search of her heels. “It doesn’t matter, Ma. I’m good.” “No, you aren’t. And obviously we aren’t either. We need to discuss this.” “There’s nothing to discuss,” Royalty grumbled, stepping into her shoes. “I have bigger issues to process besides you and Daddy shoving me to the side when Regal came.” “Oh.” Jennifer chuckled. “So that’s what this is about? It’s your wedding