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The Crown Flower: My First Love

[R-18] Volume 1: The Crown Flower (Completed) Under the hardcover of her childishness, she disguises her painful past. The brutal side of life renders her strong. The person she used to believe like her own shadow betrayed her too. She left bruised, broken. They say love happens just once. But it isn't true. Definitely not. One day, someone appears in her life again, he heals her bruised heart gives her a new life, a new hope. But fate is not mild-mannered. When her broken heart was healed and it had fallen too deep for him, someone unexpected shows up in his life. Maybe she is late, maybe she is not the one he wants. But is it the truth? Even he knows he loves her and wants her, but who is the other one then? Is that person the Ms right? Or Ms wrong? Love isn't easy to accomplish, it is always on top in the toughest list. Will they even be able to accomplish it? ~It's an unedited book and also, my very first book here. Mistakes are common. Read at your own risk~ ~I don't own the cover.~ Follow me on Instagram: ilm.arh Facebook/Twitter: Author I.R. Discord Server Link: https://discord.gg/gTP8CdqbBt Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/authorilma Join me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/authorilma

iLma · Urbano
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69 Chs

Pinch me

Dylan's POV...

"Your son said he'll marry my daughter." Tiara's father aka Mr. Brown told my father who was sitting quietly beside me, fully shocked..

I haven't told him anything in the car. He was silent knowing I'm also confused. I told you before he is a good father.

Hearing what Mr. Brown said just now, my father's jaw almost dropped, he looked like he has seen a ghost. I know it's hard for him to believe.

He hid his shocked expression before he cleared his throat. "You said that?" He asked me, whispering.

I nodded as I pressed my lips together, looking at my father with puppy eyes.

"Who are you?" My dad got more shocked. He moved his gaze at Mr. Brown. "I mean my son used to hate girls touching him. And a marriage...." He paused and again gazed at me. "Son, do you even know what marriage means?"

"Friendship!" I replied without any kind of hesitation now. Yes, a marriage means friendship. A very good one.