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Princesa Marrenta

Princesa Marrenta

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Romance
Mellissa e um garota de 16 anos ela tem 1,65 de altura ela e um menina de cabelos pretos longos e olhos azuis mora com o irmão mas vellho o Alexandre ele nao se preucupada com quase nada mas quando se trata da irmã ele destrui o mundo por causa dela ,sua mae vive na Europa por causa do trabalho e também e muito oculpada,seu pai mora na Espanha e também vive muito oculpado por causa do trabalho Mas Mellissa nao sabe o que tem por vir...Então que tiver essa curiosidade venha ler o livro
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I was not a studious girl when I was forced into medical field because of my father who always expected the best from me. I didn't realize becoming doctor became so dear to me that it turned into a passion instead of a escape from my broken family and that's when I saw him again.. He made my heart beat a little faster but broke it just as everyone did and left me 5 years ago without any warning and stormed back in my life without one too. It was decided that i won't let him ruin me again but chip by chip the walls of my heart fell away seeing his efforts and that Infuritaingly handsome face. Should I let him in my life giving him a chance to prove himself? Or stick to the stereotype of "all men are same"? " I loved you" She whispers, the hand I'm holding cold against my skin. I stroke the skin with my thumb once, trying to get her eyes on me and then she looks at me. Hurt eyes look at me and in that moment I wanted her to look away because of the hurt evident in her eyes. After 4 years, seven days and something hours, she finally looked at me. "I know." I whisper back. "You still left me alone to fend for myself." My grip tightens on her hand. "I know. But I want to make things right. Do you think you can give me one chance?. " Ps: this story is of Isha mehra, sister of ishan, the main lead of my previous story, the setting of both the books is completely different and they are not interconnected. But if you want to have a better sense of characters that might be same as the previous book, you should read that first and then continue with this. But it can also be read as a standalone. Thank you for reading till here. Happy reading<3

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