Hopeless (Less Series #2)
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Last published Sun, Oct 9, 2022
From an early age, Aria was aware of the poverty they were in and the fact that her father blamed her for her Mother's death. After escaping the darkness and suffering caused by her Father's wrath. Will she be going to be okay? And what will happen if the lovely world that she believed to be awaiting her, will bring more darkness in her life?
What she will do?
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