Simran Nagpal

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The truth of my love tasted like ash in my mouth. I couldn’t breathe. All this time, I had thought my love story was some tragic tale. But my love was anything but pure – it had been stained. Not by Julianna or the blood she spilled that night. It had been tarnished by Gracelynn herself.
A Vow of Hate (A Vow of Hate, #1)
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