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105. The Lost Princess

Author: Sammy X
last update Huling Na-update: 2023-09-28 05:54:51

Sofia's POV

My head was heavy and I groaned gently as the pain slowly sipped out of my head.

"I think she is awake, get Mario quickly" My ears could pick up the voice of a man around and my eyes slowly blinked open until everything became visible to me.

The room was filled with men in black carrying heavy rifles and the scariest part was that they had their eyes on me.

I looked around and my heart struck dangerously against my chest on realizing there was more of them.

Oh heaven, I was kidnapped again and this wasn't Mr. Pompous, and they don't look like his people as well.

These men were Italians.

That man called me Princess Di Marco and that was what prompted me to run, knowing I could be in danger.

No one is supposed to know my true identity here in New York.

I tried to move only to realize my body was stiff and that prompted me to look down.

My frame was tied to a metal chair and my legs as well which made me scared as hell.

The men soon took their eyes off me to see the one wh
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Mardee M.
i sooooo soooo love this book.. am dying for a new chapter... uggghhh.. so stressful how i wish i found this when it is alrdy completed. its like a torture..
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