Forbidden
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Romance
Small town girl from Pickering, Ontario, Chelsea Jennings, dreams to go to UCLA to achieve her dreams. She comes from a rich, perfect and happy family after some struggles. New Yorker, Noah Sander, comes from a poor and corrupt family. The two rekindle their friendship from grade school and realize that love exists in their opposite worlds. Love is a beautiful thing, but its cost can be ugly. When they find out that they are somehow connected together in their family's problem, they question their relationship. Dark secrets and feuds that become revealed make their love forbidden. Read to find out more!
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