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ABIGAIL'S DILEMMA: BEWARE OF A FIBBING SAINTESS

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. ---------------- 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? ********* #Betrayal #Love triangle #Revenge #Weak to strong #Dark #Survival ********** Welcome! Thanks for choosing this book. This is my third book and I am thrilled to share it with you all. It is dedicated to all my fateful old and new readers who love a good face slapping novel. Note: This is a slow burn romance novel. Please add this book to your collection list, drop a review, and vote. The book cover does not belong to me. Kudos to the talented designer. Do not forget to check out my first book; A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

Tres_Aguila · Urban
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260 Chs

Fear

Words, they say have power. They are potent weapons for all causes whether good or bad. It can either inspire an individual or destroy them. 

All it took were just two harmless words and the pretty face of a devil incarnate for Stella's world to come crumbling down.

She stood frigid like an ice sculpture as all the colours slowly drained from her face. She felt breathless as though someone had her head forcefully submerged in a pool of water. 

It felt as though someone with an iron fist grabbed and squeezed her heart causing her breathing to seize momentarily. Her legs felt wobbly like boiled spaghetti and within seconds, she lost consciousness of her surrounding. As her body fell to the ground, her head bumped on the door frame, making that part to redden.

"There goes the tramp!" A devilish smirk danced at the corner of Valerie's lips.