Helene Svendsen

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I could never escape that I was Todd Simmons’ son. Which meant I was half evil. Because that was the only word to describe my father. A horrible, evil, self-obsessed man. An abusive father and husband. The man I hated with every ounce of my being.
Dangerous Little Secrets (Saint View High, #2)
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