Laviña Clarene won't run out of reasons why she hates Aristotle. She hates how her life is always entangled with him, na kapag sinabing Laviña karugtong na nito ang Aris. She grew up with him, and even shares her family, not to mention their parents' history. But on top of that, she hates him for taking a big portion...
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