Shooting stars
- LECTURAS 16
- Votos 3
- Partes 2
I'm standing here, looking at my trembling hands, but above all, bloodied and wonder :" how in hell did I end up like this ?"
That's the story Sarah decided to share with the the rest of the world ,after two years of silence about the worst experience of her life.
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Wrong Turn
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Without A Voice (Based On A True Story)
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The experiment.
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The Fashion Designer
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Unintentional Passion
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I was so damn naive it's no wonder I've ended up here. Kidnapped by the man who promised me forever, just as I'd begun to understand the depths of his betrayal. It's a sad truth I didn't marry my husband for love. I married him for the life he promised to provide, and if I'm honest with myself, I married him in hopes one day he'd fill the void Lucas-my first love-left behind. Now after so many years, they're both back. And in my desperation to feel loved, to be wanted and chosen I've walked straight into this trap. All because I forgot life's harshest lesson... I'm not enough. No matter how much or how fiercely I love, the choice will never be me. Especially now. Surrounded by danger and at the mercy of my husband's enemies, I'm forced to face one final bit of truth. Much like love, hope is for the weak. I was a fool to believe in the vows and promises they made. In the Broken Redemption Series, one man's vow to protect the woman he lost becomes a battle between redemption, forgiveness, and the kind of love that refuses to let go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is Book 2 of Lucas & Emilia's Broken Redemption arc. For the complete experience, start with Book 1: Broken Vows.Concluida
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