Rewrite Our Destiny

Rewrite Our Destiny

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‼️ WARNING ‼️ This story contains strong language, emotional trauma, angst, obsession, and mature themes. Sakurai Nozomi Ximena was never meant to stand out. Quiet, distant, and unreadable-she lived in a world where silence was safer than speaking. But Lucien Vale Giulio noticed her anyway. What started as something small slowly became something neither of them understood-until everything fell apart. She left. He stayed. Eight years later, they meet again. Only this time, he's no longer the boy who sat beside her. He's the CEO she works for. Cold, and unforgiving. And the past she tried to forget. Is the one thing he refuses to let go.
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