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“While I thought my vengeful thoughts and made my plans to ruin her life when I could, Chris was tenderly kissing me. I hadn’t even noticed. “Stop!” I cried when I felt his lips pressing down on mine. “Leave me alone! You don’t love me like I want to be loved, for what I am. You love me because my face is like hers! Sometimes I hate my face!” He looked terribly wounded as he backed toward the door. “I was only trying to comfort you,” he said in a broken voice. “Don’t turn it into something ugly.”

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Petals on the wind

This novel delves into the intricate relationships and complex emotions within a family, set against the backdrop of a tumultuous era. The story revolves around themes of betrayal, love, and the lengths one might go to for revenge. more

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