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Venomous Hatred

Venomous Hatred

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[Hacienda De Lilac Series #1] Maiarah Araca, the secret illegitimate child of the heir of the most famous family of Cavite, Familia Buenza. Her hatred and anger were on fire since she knew the past of her parents. The poison built within her as she grows without her dad. She also knew that Buenza was a destroyer since the day they knew that her mother was pregnated of the Buenza's heir. She despises them until Vigor taught her that hating someone doesn't make us happy and it makes us toxic. He makes her feel loved and belong that's why Maiarah take off all the negativities. But what happened? Suddenly she thought Vigor was once the one who saved her from the venomous hatred, but Vigor was the one who make her feel so toxic. Her hero, her savior, her venom, and her another destroyer.
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