Twist of fate
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Uneori, soarta te poate conduce în cele mai ciudate situații, având grijă să te facă să înveți ceva din ele: să uiți, să ierți și să iubești.
Isabelle Doyle reprezenta o durere de cap pentru oricine o cunoștea, iar odată cu mutarea ei în Salem, Oregon, lucrurile cât și viața ei aveau să se schimbe radical. Încăpățânată, vicleană și plină de replici acide, tânăra urma să îi testeze calmul celui mai apreciat băiat din anul său, dar totodată și președintele clasei, Jayden Barker.
Pornit să o facă să își regrete reproșurile, ironiile și tot acidul aruncat asupra lui, Jayden își propuse să își încerce norocul, hotărât, mai mult ca niciodată să cucerească "bestia". Rămâne de văzut dacă reușise, în cele din urmă, să o îmblânzească pe Isabelle sau dacă eșuate, la fel de lamentabil ca restul.
Secretele pot fi considerate o piedică în calea iubirii, un hop pe care nu mulți reușesc să îl sară, iar Isabelle avea din plin. Cu un trecut dureros și necunoscut de restul, tânăra încerca să se reintegreze în ceea ce înseamnă mediul social, în ceea ce îi fusese distrus în urmă cu mult timp.
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