The Sin Of Fate

The Sin Of Fate

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BOOK ONE Ashley Wilson There are those who say fate is something beyond our command. That destiny is not our own, but I know better. Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it. Marrying a stranger wasn't the best decision I made, but it certainly wasn't the worse. The worst was allowing Kai Bliss into my heart. ~ Kai Bliss I wasn't the son my father wanted, that role was always reserved for Kian. They say fate cannot be controlled, along with emotions- that's bullshit. If you have the right amount of power; you can control anything, including your fate.
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