POLOS OPUESTOS

POLOS OPUESTOS

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Antonella Ferrara una chica diferente a las demás, hija única de uno de magnates de Italia y nieta del mas temido narcotraficante de este país, heredera de ambos imperios y criada para manejaros, cruel, fría, no tiene piedad con nadie, su historial criminal esta limpio aunque ha infringido la ley miles de veces nadie puede tocarla o mejor nadie tiene la valentía de hacerlo. Connor Jones un chico estadounidense que llego a Italia a los 17 años se hizo policía para seguir el legado de su familia, su padre capitán de la policía en Boston murió por su deber pero le enseño a su hijo que la honestidad es lo mas importante y que nunca hay que dejarse comprar a ningún precio, ahora siendo ascendido a capitán de la policía en roma tiene como meta atrapar a Adriano Ferrara. lo que no sabe es que pronto sus planes tendrán que cambiar que pasara cuando el destino decida juntarlos, ganara el deber o el amor.
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