Broken heart
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Un băiat de 18 ani , faimos , frumos , bogat , încercând să facă ceva bine in viața lui zii de zii după ce avuse mai multe incidente neplăcute în viața lui , aceste incidente probabil că le mai are și altcineva dar pentru părinții lui era ceva strigător la cer , acesta este trimis la fratele sau mai mare , încercând cu greu să le recupere încrederea fiecăruia.
O fata de 18 ani visând sa devină un foto-model renumit in străinătate , o liceeancă în ultimul an , cu gândul la studii , facultate și modeling.
Cei doi se îndrăgostesc dar oare vor reuși sa rămână înpreună după multă suferință, dezamagire și trădare?!
Hai că vă spun pe parcurs care îi faza ..... spor 💪🏻💪🏻
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