Her Unknown Shades

Her Unknown Shades

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Two sisters fell in love with one man and the most loved passed away. The death of one sister brings grief and doubt among loved ones. After Annabelle, who was Annette's sister passed away, a lot of past secrets and lies are revealed. Her death could be as a result of vengeful souls or those with other intentions. When everyone loves you, who could betray you? Well, the answer is everyone. "It will heal. Don't worry. And if it doesn't, at Least we will all recognize you when you come back from the dead." "Am not dying. Am I?" She chuckled nervously. "No. A small injury won't kill you. Fake friends will." Annabelle was not sure if he said that as a joke or meant something else. She just forced out a laugh anyway.
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