WILD AT HEART
Wild lives in her soul.
She didn’t just walk on the wild side, she lived there, dancing in the streets and setting fire to the sky.
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“You don’t like me? That’s a shame. I’ll need a few minutes to recover from the tragedy”
she said her tone full of emotions, but her face was contrast of those emotions, she lifted the hem of her dress and marched out of the mansion without giving a f**k about the lady who was yelling from behind.
A smirk appeared on her face as she heard a loud crash of a vase falling down.
With no doubt the lady must have gone berserk to throw those antiques.
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Cleaver as the devil and twice as pretty.
She, Rosena Anne Dalton, young, pretty, innocent, cute, smart, kind, bright, charming, considerate, friendly, gentle, modest, sympathetic, thoughtful, helpful and warm-hearted,
NO, SHE WAS NOT,
She was aggressive, arrogant, bossy, boring, careless, cruel, greedy, grumpy, impatient, impulsive, moody, rude, selfish and untrustworthy girl, who was adopted by a couple. Her childhood was spent in a small room where she was bitten. But the young girl had arrogance in her veins as she suffered the beatings but never succumbed to their unreasonable requests, and no one could win in argument with her as her tongue was laced with poison.
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*** The cover of the book is not mine, I just downloaded it from Pinterest ***
