UNSPOKEN VOWS - SEASON 2
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Dernière publication lun., avr. 20, 2026
He broke her once with silence.
Now he vows to win her back with love.
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He broke us
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It is inevitable to end up in pieces, when you find your soulmate at an unsuitable timeline Too young to make sense, Cornered by near & dear ones, Forced by circumstances and Lost in misunderstandings They drifted apart, despite being perfect pieces of puzzles meant to complete one another. Cover page and images are downloaded from internet. None of the pictures used are owned by Author.
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