Ripped out, Broken heart
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  • Reads 7,128
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  • Parts 5
Complete, First published Oct 06, 2023
Mature
⚠️ QUESTA STORIA È SOTTO CONTRATTO CON LA COLLANA MUSE DI PUBME. OGNI EVIDENTE O VELATO TENTATIVO DI PLAGIO SARÀ PERSEGUIBILE PENALMENTE.⚠️

Amanda Porter ha sempre avuto le idee chiare per il suo futuro: determinata, ribelle e contraria a ogni compromesso, vive per lavorare e diventare una giornalista di successo. Il destino però rimescola le carte in tavola, costringendola a scendere a patti con la persona che più detesta, Ethan Stevens. Scaltro e calcolatore, Ethan porta con sé un segreto con il quale Amanda sarà costretta a confrontarsi, rivedendo molte delle sue certezze.
Mistero, passione e vendetta si intrecciano in una storia fatta di sentimenti acerbi, puri ma profondamente precari, per i quali Amanda metterà in gioco se stessa.

"Non ci sono regole né istruzioni che possano guidarti su cosa è meglio fare, perché le leggi del cuore tutto sono fuorché sicure: sono un campo minato, un salto nel vuoto, un temporale estivo.." 

La vita è fatta di scelte. ogni scelta è anche una non scelta. Quale sarà quella giusta?


🥇mistery romance
🥉storie romantiche 
🥉giornalismo
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