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Saving Lily
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Concluida, Has publicado sep 27, 2023
Book 1 

Lily
There's this old saying that every story has a beginning, except I'm not really sure where mine began. My story doesn't consist of sunshine and rainbows. It's about heartbreak, trauma and abuse. But it's also about survival. I lost my mom when I was just five years old. And the Mahoney's made my life a living hell. I suffered years of abuse at their hands. So much so, I prayed everyday that they would hurry up and kill me. That was until Mason made me a promise. Then I prayed that he would keep it.

Mason
I would say I had good childhood. My parents were well off so naturally I attended the best schools around, always had the best of everything. My dad was the boss in his line of work. He was a debt collector, or so I thought until I turned 15 and realized exactly what kind of debt collector he was. I grew up in a million dollar neighborhood, in a million dollar home. But things aren't always as they appear. My neighbors, the Mahoney's seemed like a nice family on the outside. Truth was they weren't very nice people. I knew this because my dad had to handle some business with them once. So avoided them as much as possible. That was until they adopted Lily. She was like sunshine on a rainy day. And I couldn't keep myself away. We were best friends and told each other everything, well almost.
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