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Flower On The Ash

What! I knew he would be scheming something to torture me. I looked at him with narrowed eyes and he winked at me. I suddenly looked away to confirm that no one saw him doing that. I was blessed. My father was discussing something with my stepmother and Sophia. I glared at him and he silently chuckled. ................................. Annabell Evans (protagonist), who was badly treated by her step-mother and step-sister, falls into the trap laid by her so-called elder sister. Her sister drugged her in a hotel and brought her to a room where she had a night-stand with Alexander Wilson. She left the man asking him to forget about that night and pretend as if they had never met. She leave the hotel but Alex gets interested in her. Fate brought them closer and they got united. But would this be all? Was there someone targeting them? Would their life always be happy and full of love? Anna must keep calm and face the challenges that are going to fall upon her. She will have to make herself stronger to keep her close ones safe and happy. It's about affection, desire, sacrifice, protection. Indescribable feelings that one has to face in the thrilling journey of love.

Web_Novel_9773 · 现代言情
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273 Chs

Welcome

I opened the box and took out what was inside it. My eyes glimmered at the sight. It was a beautiful silver-colored dress with matching silver-colored heels.

I looked at Penelope. She was nervously waiting for my reply. I quickly hugged her tightly.

" Thank you, Penelope." I said hugging her.

" You liked it?" she asked.

I pulled back from the hug and said, "Of course I love it. It's very beautiful." She smiled happily at my compliment.

" Then let's get ready. I promise you will look gorgeous at today's party. You will be today's limelight." she said and dragged me to sit in front of the mirror.

" Let's start with the make-up first. Close your eyes, Anna." she said and I did as I was told. She started to put on makeup on my face while I only sat there in the same position without moving much. My eyes were closed during the whole process. I could feel the touch of brushes and different materials on my face.