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Shattered Secrets
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em nov 17, 2024
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Meet Alyson, a fiercely independent college student who has worked hard to rebuild her life after a heart-wrenching breakup with Logan, the boy who once held her heart. Two years ago, a devastating incident shattered their youthful romance, leaving behind a trail of misunderstandings and unspoken words. What Alyson thought was a betrayal turned out to be a painful misconception-one that kept her from revealing the truth that could have changed everything.

Now, as fate throws them back into each other's orbit on a sprawling college campus, the air crackles with tension. Old wounds resurface, mingling with long-buried feelings as they navigate the complexities of their newfound lives. Alyson is determined to keep her secrets close, while Logan, still reeling from their past, is determined to uncover the truth.

As their paths intertwine once more, anger and heartache fight against the undeniable chemistry that sparked their romance years ago. Can they learn to trust one another again? Will they uncover the secrets that shattered their bond, or will the weight of the past keep them forever apart?
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