An empire of romance
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Last published Sun, Mar 23, 2025
Marriages are rarely perfect.
Haiden learned that lesson the day Caney turned against him like he was the worst human who ever lived and it might be the case. But, what can he do when the poor man has fallen so badly he might drown?
Every day seems like it might be the end, until one particular day, Haiden realizes maybe it really is.
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Contrary to others stories of mine, the caracters are entirely mine, like the story.
P.S : I will publish a french version💋
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