PROLOGUE-- BEAUTY AND THE MECHANIC (SERAH IYARE STORIES)

BEAUTY AND THE MECHANIC
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© Serah Iyare 2017
SYNOPSIS
She was thrown into the lion’s den at an early age.
Introduced to a lustful world, she became trapped in the dark cage.
Breaking the chains that held her bound came at a very high cost.
Can she pay the price? Watch out!

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