Sweetheart ~ Dacre Montgomery
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Before she came to America to spend one year with her dad her life was so simple. No drama, no secrets, no pain.
She knew what she wanted in life, always driven and focused on her goals, always had a plan and control over her life... until she met him.
She knew from the second they started talking that he is going to change whatever plan she had... but she didn't know she would end up falling in love with him. She couldn't control her feelings and neither could he but falling in love with each other didn't come without a price...
He turned her simple life upside down and made her feel things no man ever could before.
Love
Passion
Heartbreak
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