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I fell for a stranger the moment I saw him.
Mysterious. Handsome. Unforgettable.
We spent time together, and I found myself drawn into a connection I didn't expect. But then I discovered the truth: he wasn't looking for love, he was chasing revenge. A girl from his past shattered his heart, and ever since, he's made it a habit to use women and leave them behind.
Now I'm scared I'm just another name on that list.
But then, one day, he told me I was different. That I meant something. That he had real feelings for me.
Part of me wants to believe him. The other part knows how dangerous that could be.
Can love really grow in the middle of secrets, scars, and lies? Or will trusting him be the biggest mistake I've ever made?