Independent

Independent

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Brianna had always been that typical big girl always taking care of herself and acting all bitchy like she didn't care but the truth was she did,in fact she was just a scared little girl inside acting up. Being an illegitimate child of a wealthy family, she had been treated as trash. Especially since she was black,she was dehumanized by her White stepmother and stepsister. Until she decided to ask for her inheritance and leave. She didn't care if she became a prodigal daughter, all she wanted was freedom and love. Finally being set free,Brianna takes the path of drinking and partying neglecting her studies and wasting her life but that all changes when she has a one night stand with Dario,a handsome but dangerous man. Can he change her and make her see the warmth in love or will she drown in self neglect and all round depression?
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