To Hook a Star (ON GOING)
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It was my dream to be given a chance to meet him. It was my wish to be with him, the man I want to be with forever. He is the only one I love but it is so impossible for him to love me back, he doesn't even know that I exist.
Because he's a star, he's a nation's idol.
And I'm just an ordinary girl, and it is enough to be the reason why we're not belong to each other.
But because of the marriage that my parents arranged, it fulfilled my happiness that I didn't expected to happen but for him?
It was just a nightmare.
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