Thought I Had It All
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  • Reads 378
  • Votes 70
  • Parts 16
  • Time 58m
Ongoing, First published Apr 26, 2017
I'm Jasmine, my parents died when I was 13 but they made sure me and elder sister Fiona did not experience hardship in life, we were very wealthy they left us with everything. So now I'm going through a crazy life when I thought I had everything, it all came down, but there's always a way, Right?
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