Walked Away...Sort of...

Walked Away...Sort of...

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Introducing Cattleya Santos Uribe a girl who lost her parents and now is living with her aunt and uncle but their living environment doesn't have a happy atmosphere. She always is disappointed by everyone ;her friends, family and now the one person she trusted with her secret has broken their bond. Now that shes gone through all that there's a chance that she might fall in love but she doesnt want to so that she would be disappointed and hurt again.Her mind and heart are battling, which will win?. Should she go for him and take a chance or should she back up and walk away? But theres also a secret kept in her life...Will it be revealed?
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They say betrayal never comes from your enemies. I used to think that was just something people said to feel better about their broken hearts. Until mine shattered too. The night it happened, everything changed. I lost my best friend. I lost my boyfriend. But worst of all... I lost myself. It's funny how a single moment can split your life into before and after. Before, I was the girl who believed in love, in loyalty, in forever. After, I was the girl standing in the ruins of what used to be her world, gasping for air, screaming into the silence, wondering why. Why me? Why now? Why them? So, I ran. Packed what was left of me and left the pieces behind-what else could I do? I moved cities. Moved in with my cousin. I told myself I needed a break, a fresh start. I told myself I wasn't looking for anyone. I was here to rebuild, quietly, carefully. Just me and the pain that still lived under my skin. But then... I saw him. At the club. Dark suit. Brooding eyes. Hands in his pockets like the world bowed at his feet. He didn't just walk in; he owned the room. The kind of man who didn't need to speak to be heard. I didn't know his name. I didn't know his story. But I felt his eyes on me like a touch that burned. He was power. He was danger. He was everything I told myself to avoid. But as fate would have it, the man who never chased anyone... noticed the broken girl who stopped believing in love. And maybe-just maybe-he'd be the one to help me believe again. This is the story of how I broke... And how he found every shattered piece.

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