Poverty is an understatement when it comes to describing my circumstances. My mother is a lost cause I can't get rid of, and I work my fingers to the bone just trying to keep my head above water.
Cassio King. Mi salvador. Mi enemigo. El hombre que acechaba en las sombras de mis sueños. Se suponía que se casaría con mi prima. Sin embargo, aquí estoy yo... tomando su lugar. He odiado a la fami…
Nobody touches what's mine without fatal consequences, But when the most beautiful woman is brought to face my fury, My dead heart suddenly begins to beat again.
I can't go back to my family. I'm not worthy of them, Could never be one of them again. The sister they know, love, and remember, Doesn't exist. Not anymore.
