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

"Your dad instructed us to escort you home right now," Marcelo said dryly.

"My father said that!" Valerie's eyes widened in alarm. "What did I do wrong? Moreover, I can't just leave now. I have a lot of work to do inside the restaurant."

A cold creepy glint emitted from Marcelo's hawkish brown eyes as he languidly walked up to Valerie and opened up his right palm. "Your car keys."

"My car keys!" Valerie trembled slightly. "Why do you need... Can I at least call my dad?" Valerie gulped down her nervousness.

"You have two minutes." Marcelo dropped his hand and started checking his wristwatch.

"Two minutes will not be enough to talk to him. Can I please get ten or twenty minutes?" Valerie pleaded.

"Twenty-five seconds gone." Marcelo didn't bother to look at Valerie as he instructed his men to get the car ready.

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