My Secret
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Fiction
Romance
Ivy Fox the girl who loves books and will give anything just to have love. Ivy has many struggles with her mind and past. Their only seems to be one person who can make her feel free and take a fresh breath of air is... Damien Russo, the very tall and attractive man, who suddenly falls for the quiet girl. Damien faces his own battles with his secrecy and coping methods that bring his aggression to the surface. He starts to discover. What if someone from her past makes an appearance. What will happen to Damien and Ivys relationship? Warnings - Foul language - rape - guns and knives -depression and anxiety -eating disorders Please do not doubt this book by the start. I have a lot of plans of how things are going to go. Enjoy:)
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Sequel of His girl Damien Russo, his name makes people scared. Almost everyone knows him either for being a successful billionaire or for being the powerful, heartless Mafia Leader. Sneak peek⬇ Why are you helping? Why are you wasting your time on me when you could have ignored everything." I dare to ask him. He stared at me for a solid 3 minutes before he moved away from the wall and made his way to me. He didn't stop till he successfully caged me between the table and him. "Because since I've laid my eyes on you, I've promised myself that I would look after you and protect you from everyone." He stated, his face dangerously close to mine. "W-why?" I managed to ask. He didn't reply to me but instead, he started to lean in, making my heart beating fast in my chest. My hands were on my side, on the table, gripping it tightly. He put one of his hand on my cheek and made me look at him. He leaned and crashed his lips on mine.

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