Try Stopping Me? Good Luck
Thalia, a determined girl from humble roots, exploits a wealthy playboy’s bet to chase her dreams. Years later, she returns with power and ambition, facing old rivals and deadly schemes. Can she outsmart the forces that once tried to crush her, or will the past catch up?
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