Trouble With The Rebel
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"When we first met, I had no idea that you would be so important to me" he said softly.
"Me neither, but look at where we are now." I said leaning my forehead against his.
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Isabella Monroe has been through many difficult things. Everything that has happened defines who she is now. A girl who has learned to be strong on the outside, but with a lot of cracks in her heart on the inside. Her life is pretty much normal. All was going well until she met Bad Boy Dimitri and his friends. Follow Isabella on her journey in Trouble With The Rebel.
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