Meant To Be

Meant To Be

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No love, no loyalty, and all betrayal was what he lived by. Everyday it was the same old thing. He was determined to get rich, or he would definitely die trying to do so. Females ? He didn't too much care about those, it was all just a quick nut and run. That was until he met her. He never knew a female could make a man feel a way as such, but she showed him life from a different perspective. But one little problem could cause the brightest home to tear apart. Real realize real, but real might not be as real as it seems. A journey of lies, envy, betrayal, and death.
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