Gallery Of Life

Gallery Of Life

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It all started off with a girl named Rosanna. During her years of adolescence she lived with her grandparents. She never fully understood what it was like to be raised by her birth parents. When she was a toddler her dad had a strong drug addition, hooked up with other women at clubs, even divorcing his own wife. Her mom fell into a deep depression and followed the footsteps of her ex. husband by taking drugs also. Her mom couldn’t deal with such a load of depression so she went to rehab and never came back. Rosanna, a young 15 year olds still waiting for her mom decides to square up and get a job. While being a waitress at small Pho restaurant she meets a guy named Damien who turns her life around and helps her get through her distress
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Sequel of His girl Damien Russo, his name makes people scared. Almost everyone knows him either for being a successful billionaire or for being the powerful, heartless Mafia Leader. Sneak peek⬇ Why are you helping? Why are you wasting your time on me when you could have ignored everything." I dare to ask him. He stared at me for a solid 3 minutes before he moved away from the wall and made his way to me. He didn't stop till he successfully caged me between the table and him. "Because since I've laid my eyes on you, I've promised myself that I would look after you and protect you from everyone." He stated, his face dangerously close to mine. "W-why?" I managed to ask. He didn't reply to me but instead, he started to lean in, making my heart beating fast in my chest. My hands were on my side, on the table, gripping it tightly. He put one of his hand on my cheek and made me look at him. He leaned and crashed his lips on mine.

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