Into Criminal (Criminal Series #1)
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Última publicación vie, abr 5, 2024
For 25th years of existence, I lived with a big grudge towards criminal. They killed my lolo, the only person who cared for me. I'm mad and devastated.
But suddenly, just realize that I'm slowly opening every part of the door in my life, For a man...
For a criminal.
-Pearl Starlet Villamouevas
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