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Promised To The Don: The Runaway Mafia Princess
Promised To The Don: The Runaway Mafia Princess
Author: Janedoewritings

Preface

last update Last Updated: 2025-08-07 04:22:19

DEDICATION đŸŒș

This story is for the women who’ve been told their time has passed.

The ones who’ve been told that love has an expiration date. That passion has a deadline.

I wrote this for you because you still deserve the butterflies. The soft moments and the sinful ones. The second chances and the wild, all-consuming kind of love.

You’re not past your prime, you are the prime and anyone who can’t see that?

They’re not the main characters in this story.

So grab your wine, take off your bra, and settle in.

We’re rewriting the damn narrative.

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DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.

This book, including all its content, is protected by copyright laws. All rights are reserved by the author, and no part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, or otherwise utilized in any form or by any means—whether electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the express written permission of the copyright holder. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution of this work is prohibited and may result in legal action.

Copyright © 2025 by Jane Doe Writings. All rights reserved.

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TRIGGER WARNINGS!

The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. This book contains multiple explicit scenes that graphically simulate sexual assault, although every encounter is fully consensual.

‱Strong Language

‱Graphic Violence and Gore

‱Murder/Assassination

‱Torture

‱Gun Violence

‱Explicit Sexual Scenes

This is a dark romance, which means love is messy, pain is part of the journey, and healing comes at a cost. Please take care of yourself while reading, and know that it’s okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming.

Your safety and comfort matter more than any chapter.

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POINT OF VIEWS - POVs.

This book is written in dual point of view. That said, not every chapter will alternate perspectives. The POV shifts will happen organically, when it makes the most sense for the storyline. Sometimes you’ll stay with one character for several chapters if that’s where the emotional weight or action is strongest.

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UPDATES SCHEDULE

I don’t have a fixed update schedule for this book, you’ll definitely be getting updates, just maybe not every single day. Sometimes I might miss a day or two, and sometimes you’ll get two updates in a row. It all depends on my crazy schedule.

Please know I’m doing my absolute best to keep things consistent while juggling exams, hospital rotations, and everything in between. Your patience and support mean the world to me, every comment, like, and read keeps me going, even on the tough days.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Thank you so much for choosing to read my story, truly, it means the world to me. There are so many incredible books out there, and the fact that you decided to spend time with mine is something I don’t take for granted.

If you enjoy the story, I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts. Your feedback not only helps me grow as a writer but also keeps me company during those long, solitary hours when it’s just me, my coffee, and my characters emotionally ruining each other.

Thank you again for being here. I can’t wait to share more of this journey with you.

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With all my love,

Jane Doe Writings.

X O X O 💖

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