𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒; eloise bridgerton ²

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Parts 8
Time 3h 55m

Reads 452
Votes 40
Parts 8
Time 3h 55m

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 that some bonds are as inevitable as the tides, drawing one and one together despite the constraints that bind them away from each other. Some cannot be escaped, others do not want to escape. But then there is society, and though evolving, it is certainly demanding of compliance. I ask you, from an unopened letter: Can the gravity of an undeniable connection be labeled as wrong? As fruit of insanity?
    
    Perhaps some truths are destined to remain shrouded in mystery, but Siena DeLuca and Eloise Bridgerton cannot, for crying out loud, endure ignorance, and much less impotence. If the world refuses to see them through gentle eyes- or accepting ones, simply- then they would damn right assure that they would find a way to wreak havoc raucous enough to earn the disdain. Because to love in secrecy is a burden, an exhausting endeavor even for those restless as them. But it is also a world too old to remain unchanging, a world too entrenched in tradition.
    
    So, when does one seize the moment to ignite revolution? When does one know it is the right moment to set in motion a scheme so grand it is meant to redefine existence as we know it?
    
    BOOK 2 OF THE:
    『 BETWEEN THE FOLDS OF MY LETTERS 』SERIES!All Rights Reserved

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 that some bonds are as inevitable as the tides, drawing one and one together despite the constraints that bind them away from each other. Some cannot be escaped, others do not want to escape. But then there is society, and though evolving, it is certainly demanding of compliance. I ask you, from an unopened letter: Can the gravity of an undeniable connection be labeled as wrong? As fruit of insanity?
    
    Perhaps some truths are destined to remain shrouded in mystery, but Siena DeLuca and Eloise Bridgerton cannot, for crying out loud, endure ignorance, and much less impotence. If the world refuses to see them through gentle eyes- or accepting ones, simply- then they would damn right assure that they would find a way to wreak havoc raucous enough to earn the disdain. Because to love in secrecy is a burden, an exhausting endeavor even for those restless as them. But it is also a world too old to remain unchanging, a world too entrenched in tradition.
    
    So, when does one seize the moment to ignite revolution? When does one know it is the right moment to set in motion a scheme so grand it is meant to redefine existence as we know it?
    
    BOOK 2 OF THE:
    『 BETWEEN THE FOLDS OF MY LETTERS 』SERIES!

8 parts