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Jealousy

Auteur: Cho Kay
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Isla~

This woman. There was certainly something about her.

Something dangerous and unsettling, almost like the same thing I felt when I first met Dante.

Even when surrounded by men twice her size, she remained with head held up high. A smirk adorned her perfectly curled lips as she regarded us like mere peasants.

"Pathetic!" She scoffed, letting her scan each of our faces.

Dante's men were tense with every move she made. A few of them had already attempted going at her and let's just say, she turned out much tougher than they anticipated.

"So, these are the kind of people he keeps around?" She said more to herself this time.

Katya was crouched down behind me, her hands clutching her side as she glared hard at the cocky female. I guess even her was no match for this strange woman.

Her moves were deadly and swift, immobilizing anyone even before they get a chance to draw their weapons. I could tell she was highly skilled, trained to kill.

But that wasn't why she was here.

I stepped forw
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  • What The Don Wants   Only us

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  • What The Don Wants   One more card

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  • What The Don Wants   Salvation

    [A/N: Hello beautiful readers! Just in case you haven't noticed, this book is slowly coming to an end as I have other works to commence. I however would like to use this opportunity to appreciate all my loyal readers, who followed this story from the very beginning till this point. Really, I appreciate y'all. You've made this writing journey a really wonderful one for me.]Isla~The cuffs bit into my wrists again as I shifted in the chair, a defiant glint in my eyes as I stared down the bastard seated across from me.Jake. Smug, composed, legs crossed like this was just a friendly reunion. And behind him, like some deranged scarecrow, stood the woman from earlier; Veronica. Her arms were folded, but her stance screamed readiness. Like if I so much as blinked wrong, she would put a bullet in me.I yanked at the cuffs once more, metal scraping metal. "You're wasting your time." I spat, my voice sharp with loathing. "Dante's not coming. You are delusional if you think he would ever

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  • What The Don Wants   Fake

    Isla ~The night stretched longer than I had initially imagined.Santiago pulled Dante from one circle to the other as they indulged in various discussions that were of little to no interest to me.A couple of formal introductions here and there, forced pleasantries and smiles that I only seemed to be getting better at.Dante however looked like he was genuinely having a great time. And watching him was like a parent watching their child interact with other children of the same age. It was really...something, even though my feet were killing me in these heels.And I was already feeling the need to visit the bathroom yet again...for the umpteenth time.Another waiter offered me some glasses of champagne and before I could even get a chance to decline, Dante reached out to take a glass.I arched an eyebrow at him but alas! He couldn't see it due to the silly mask on my face. He however seemed to understand my look, letting off a shrugged."What? I'm drinking for both of you." He said,

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