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MatureComplete Fri, Jan 26, 20185h 40m
"He put me through hell, and I called it love."
The devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns, he comes as everything you've ever wished for.
Grace has never had an easy life, in fact it's been complicated from the moment she was born. The day she found Luke was the day her life finally became simple, at least that's what she thought. As time went on, Luke began to show a twisted side of himself that Grace never even knew existed; leaving her broken, lost and alone. When someone unexpected enters her life, desperately trying to help her get out of the mess she's in, will they end up Saving Grace?
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