Tres_Aguila

Warning; Mature Content (r18)

If you are given the option to choose between being comforted by a lie or being hurt by the truth, which would you pick?

Remember, one lie has the power to taint a thousand truths.

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Abigail Woods, Abby for short, is a beautiful and strong-willed girl born out of wedlock to a poor and struggling mother. 

From a young age, she craved the genuine love of a father. However, life plays a cruel game on her when she ends up with a pedophile stepfather and a heartless stepsister.

After years of enduring abuse, Abby flees her past life on her twenty-first birthday and starts a new life in a faraway countryside as Stella Peterson.

For one whole year, Abby, now Stella, adopted the fake identity of a local farm girl and worked for the Dawsons as a vine dresser.

Everything was perfect for Stella until she crosses paths with two wealthy and handsome gentlemen, who are both rivals in the same line of business.

Both young men are tenacious and want Stella as a wife. But Stella's falsehoods and past are out to hunt her.

How far is Stella willing to go, to keep her real identity a secret? Would she succeed in her mission or would karma come calling?


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#Betrayal
#Love triangle
#Revenge
#Weak to strong
#Dark
#Survival
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ABIGAIL'S DILEMMA: BEWARE OF A FIBBING SAINTESS

"You are the reason why my face is this way because you won't spot teasing me." Stella put up a defensive expression even when she knew Hannah was telling the truth. She didn't want to give Hannah the upper hand to make fun of her anymore.

"Time will tell!" Hannah said in a resigned tone as her eyes feasted on the appetizing scrambled eggs in front of her.

"The pancakes are ready," Adrian announced as he walked into the sitting room carrying a plate of a steaming stack of fluffy and soft pancakes which was decorated artistically with berries and maple syrup.

"Oh my goodness! This looks beautiful and yummy!" A broad smile framed Hannah's face as she stuck up her nose in the air and sniffed in the heavenly aroma of the fresh pancakes. "Mr. Dawson, permit me to say this. I think you must be an outstanding chef in your former life."

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