L'ENCRE DES CICATRICES

Bree, or Bree-Dolores.Her name carries two meanings: on one hand, "esteem," and on the other, "pain." She grew up in a world where sacrifices and compromises were her only constants.
Life never gave her a fair chance, just like so many others-like Jayden.
Jayden, the man as handsome as he is cold, as tall as he is detestable.
Bree has no passions, no spark to guide her. Jayden? He thrives on adrenaline.
Bree doesn't know how to love; the only thing she's mastered is hatred. She hates everyone. Well... not quite everyone.
Jayden, on the other hand, has so much love to give-whether it's good or destructive.
But there's a catch: Bree is a woman, and Jayden loathes women.
To him, they're only good at taking advantage of others and stomping them into the ground when they're done.
One thing is certain, though: their pasts have left deep, unerasable scars on their present. But what about their future? As different as they are alike, these two were destined to cross paths. But are they truly meant for each other?

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This is not your typical love story.
This is not a love story.
This is the story of Bree-Bree-Dolores Cueva-and Jayden Morgan.
And this might just make you lose all faith in love.

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Hello, everyone!
Welcome to a new story, something a little different from the ones I usually enjoy writing.
I hope it will capture your attention, and I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments.