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Fate by the Stars /// ACOTAR Series
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Ongoing, First published Jan 04, 2024
Mature
Fate had her remain with her father and youngest sister the day the debt collectors came.
It was fate that her father let her go.
It was fate that gave her a new husband, a new home.
It was fate that her younger sister disappeared.
It was fate that brought her to her father's estate the day Feyre returned with her new family and asked for help.
She hated Fate, but it was fate that lead her to him.

This is a fanfiction of ACOTAR
I do not own the original characters or plot of the series by S.J. Maas, but my Iyla and the additions she brings to the plot are my own. 

This story contains graphic depictions of violence, some gore, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. 

TW* The story hints upon lack of consent in marital bed and underage marriage (character is 16 when she marries)* 

TW* domestic abuse is a theme in the first chapters and may be depicted

*All images used were plucked from a google search. I don't own a single one.*
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