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

"What!" Everyone in the room chorused.

"What!" Those outside the room seconded when they got the info.

One of the Felan relatives closest to the middle-aged man grabbed him by his shirt collar and warned, "Old man, you better not be fooling around. Otherwise, it's your funeral."

"How do you know my brother is dead?" Mario asked in a trembling voice.

"Your father identified him in our morgue facility and lost control of his emotions." The middle-aged man replied.

"No!" Mario's whole body trembled with fear. "Take me to him..." He said weakly.

Upon identification of Lucas's corpse, the whole Felan family went hysterical with rage.

Every staff of the morgue were rounded up in one room and made to go on their knees and pray to their maker. The only person granted freedom to leave the morgue was the helpful middle-aged man.

A Horny Bastard