Palermo is a feared Mafia boss, commanding respect throughout the criminal underworld. He's a strikingly handsome and heavily tattooed man who exudes charisma, leaving women enraptured. As a wealthy and ruthless leader of the Mafia, he's unflinchingly willing to take lives. He's a figure who cares not for the concept of sin, but even he couldn't believe he'd fall in love at first sight with a woman he had only just laid eyes on. She was stunningly beautiful, and in his eyes, Ysabel was the only woman who truly held his attention. She was the first woman he wished to protect and cherish, and he never anticipated developing an interest in her, an interest that compelled him to know her, to draw close to her, and to become a part of her life. However, it was beyond belief that in the midst of violence, near-death experiences, and imminent peril, he found and came to know the captivating Ysabel. To his surprise, she even managed to steal his heart. It may sound peculiar and humorous, doesn't it? He was on the brink of death, yet he still managed to fall in love at first sight with this woman of extraordinary beauty whom he had just met. But he is Palermo Lazarus, a Mafia leader who would stop at nothing to possess and claim the woman who had entranced him and breathed life into a heart he once believed was as cold as stone. He became possessively infatuated with her and was resolute in making her his own.
View MorePalermo tightly clutched his side, where he felt the sharp pain of the wounds he had sustained while he was weakening. His back was also leaning against a large tree because he was the one who had taken the most hits, which is why he was bleeding more.
He wasn't just weakened; he also felt exhaustion, and he knew his comrades were feeling the same. They were all completely worn out. Everyone was truly exhausted, but they still managed to escape before their enemies could kill them.
In his mind, he cursed whoever was responsible for this. Frustration and anger consumed him. That's what was filling his heart.
He also held his gun tightly. The intense anger was clearly visible on his face. Someone wanted to kill him, which is how they ended up in this situation.
The pain in his mind made him utter a curse. He wouldn't forgive whoever was responsible for this. Anger and frustration were enveloping his chest.
He also had a firm grip on his gun. His face was filled with intense anger. Someone wanted to kill him, which is why they found themselves in this situation.
The moment he discovered who the culprit was and who ordered their deaths, he would make sure they faced the consequences.
He took a deep breath out of frustration. He was also catching his breath. They were being pursued. They had run a long way to escape their enemies, especially him.
He could also feel the pain from his wounds, and his hand was soaked with his own blood from the wounds he had sustained.
Despite the pain, he had the ability to endure it. He wasn't afraid of blood, even his own. After all, he had no qualms about killing, especially when it came to their enemies.
He wasn't afraid of death either, but he wouldn't accept death without knowing who was chasing them and planning to kill them. He wanted to know who had ambushed them and ordered their deaths.
He looked at his bloodstained clothes. He couldn't help but curse in his mind. If he didn't reach the nearest hospital soon, he wouldn't see the next day because he was losing too much blood.
If his wounds weren't treated promptly, he was sure he would die. He was probably already pale because he had lost so much blood.
He knew a skilled doctor who could help him. That doctor was none other than Conan Alastair, his close and trusted friend.
Conan was the only person he could think of who could help him and possibly heal his wounds because his trusted friend was also a skilled surgeon.
"Don Palermo!" He heard one of his men call out to him. The man was panting as he ran towards him. He, too, was injured.
"Our other men are gone," his man quickly reported to him upon his return.
Palermo could sense the intense fear, sadness, and concern in his man's voice. He had sent him back to double-check on the other members of their group who had been left behind during the unexpected ambush.
Palermo cursed under his breath upon hearing the news, and his face was filled with even more anger. They hadn't expected to encounter their enemies, and they weren't prepared for what had happened.
They were taken by surprise when their vehicles were suddenly blocked while they were peacefully traveling on a long road. They were immediately fired upon, and Palermo was certain that they were targeted for execution.
Fortunately, they reacted quickly and managed to escape before they were showered with bullets. They quickly disembarked from their vehicles to evade their attackers.
Moreover, they exchanged gunfire to protect themselves. However, Palermo had taken two bullet wounds while engaging in the shootout. One had hit his side, while the other had struck his left arm. The latter was just a graze, but it was still bleeding.
Palermo quickly counted his men. Only six remained. Some of his trusted and loyal followers were among them.
Their numbers had significantly diminished, which was something he couldn't fully accept. Almost ten of his men had died, and they were forced to leave their fallen comrades' bodies on the road.
Luckily, he was able to contact his cousin Samael and some friends to inform them of the ambush he and his men had experienced.
His cousin Samael would undoubtedly rush to their location, and his friends were already trying to locate him so they could find out where he was.
"Do you think you can still go on?" he asked his men seriously. They all nodded in response.
"Don Palermo, we need to leave Batangas and return to Manila as soon as possible. I'm sure our enemies have split up to search for us," one of his men said.
"Did you recognize which group they belong to or which Mafia family they work for?" he asked, his men immediately shook their heads.
"Their faces were covered with masks, so we couldn't identify them. We're not sure which group they belong to," one of them replied.
"We're sure they want to kill you, Don Palermo," another of his men said, his arm bleeding.
His men had a point, and Palermo was certain that he was now being hunted by the men who had ambushed him earlier. Men wearing masks to ensure they couldn't be identified.
He also believed that someone had ordered his death, enticing those men with a significant sum of money in exchange for his lifeless body.
Palermo was convinced that the men were driven by jealousy and intense hatred, as if they wanted to kill him. He wanted to know who had done this, who had ordered it, and which group of men had ambushed them.
His hand began to tremble with rage. He could easily defeat, eliminate, and kill their enemies. Unfortunately, they had struck first, and he hadn't expected to be ambushed on the road, especially since they were in the Philippines and not in their home country, Sicily.
They lived there. The worst part was that he had been shot. He wouldn't be surprised if bad luck followed him everywhere, and he seemed to be close to death no matter where he went.
He belonged to a dark organization within their clan. Furthermore, he was the only heir of his parents. Their family was known as one of the most influential, wealthy, and prominent criminal groups among Mafia families. The Lazarus Paragon Organization, and he could say that their group was well-known in the underworld.
Everyone in the underworld feared him. Someone was envious of him, someone wanted his position. Someone wanted to be like him, a Mafia boss that everyone feared. Yes, he was ruthless. He could kill anyone.
In addition to being a Mafia boss, he was a wealthy man. He was known as a billionaire.
He was an attractive man, desired and admired by women. He had the ability to get whatever he wanted, be it a woman or an object. He had a saying that he could get what he wanted. He wouldn't be surprised if someone wanted to kill him.
He sighed, "We should go. Let's go," he ordered his men earnestly.
They had to avoid those masked men who were chasing them and trying to kill them, especially since his loyal men were also wounded. He couldn't bear the thought of losing more of his men. Their numbers were already reduced. They were all exhausted, bleeding, and injured.
His men nodded and quickly formed a protective circle around him before they continued walking to find the road. They were still deep in the forest, and the night was falling rapidly.
They wouldn't
be able to return to their vehicles, where the ambush had occurred, for two reasons. First, they had come quite a distance. Second, there might be enemies waiting for them if they attempt to return to their vehicles.
Each of his men held a gun, just like him, as a form of protection in case they encountered their enemies again. Palermo cursed silently as he suddenly felt a sharp pain, especially in his stomach.
I'm at the supermarket, craving some fruit. As I stand in front of the apple stall, ready to make a selection, a feminine hand catches my attention. I hesitated and withdrew my hand, turning away when she spoke. "Are you Zack's ex or something?" Her question stops me in my tracks. It's her, the girl I saw in the parking lot when Zack proposed. She's the one. There's a certain ethereal quality about her; her fair skin and beauty make me feel slightly inadequate. It's no wonder Zack chose her over us. "Hello?" I meet her gaze and then glance away. "I need to go," I mumble and start walking. She seems persistent, following me. "Hey, wait," she says, grabbing my arm. She's so beautiful; her accent is American. I feel like pinching her. "I'm asking you," she continues. "Yes is my answer. If you don't mind, I need to leave. I don't want any trouble with you. We're over, and I'm not desperate to win him back from you. I've seen enough. He chose you, and you're going to be his wife. I'm
Zary POV (Zack's Twin Brother):I observed my brother, who was currently downing shots of tequila. How many bottles had he consumed? Six? Somehow, he managed to be such a fool. I walked into Lica's room, my cousin who had recently returned from the States."Lica, what's the latest?" I settled onto his bed as he glanced at me briefly before returning to his task. Lica was a fashion designer and always seemed busy."It's functional, but I doubt your twin can handle his part," I sighed deeply."You can't entirely blame him, Lica. After all, they nearly lost the baby," I commented, somewhat irritated. He stood up, facing me."Listen, dear cousin. Do you truly believe I'm the one responsible for this idea? Is that what you think?" I met his gaze, then stood up."Just keep it brief. I don't want to witness my brother self-destructing over such matters," I left his room and turned back to my twin."Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! It's all my fault," he exclaimed, hurling a glass to the floor."ZA
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I woke up disoriented, finding myself still in the place where I had lost consciousness earlier. Clutching my stomach, I reassured myself that I was alright. My slumber had been a result of my tears, and I reminded myself to take my vitamins. After consuming some bread and milk, I returned to the room, eyes shut tight. Gazing at Zack's side of the bed, I tenderly caressed his pillow, eventually lying down, embracing it, and shedding silent tears.Abruptly awakened, a tapping sensation on my face jolted me. My initial smile faded as I opened my eyes, only to be met by the sight of a woman dressed in nothing but a bra and panties. Confusion set in until Zack emerged from the bathroom. Hastily standing up, I moved toward him, my gaze ignoring the woman's presence."Babe, you're back!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around Zack's topless form. My anticipation was swiftly crushed as he gently pushed me away."Could you leave the room? We have other plans," he uttered with cold detachment. G
I woke up feeling hungry, which motivated me to get out of bed. However, I quickly realized that Zack wasn't next to me. Looking around, I noticed that it was already 6 in the morning. I thought Zack might have left for work, although he usually said goodbye before going. Lost in my thoughts, I got up, put on my robe, and left the room. Yet, Zack wasn't in sight. I headed straight to the kitchen to make some milk, but I felt restless. I really wanted to see Zack. I sat down in the dining room, and the phone started ringing repeatedly. I grabbed the cordless phone.I was at a loss for words."Hello?" I tried to speak, but nothing came out."Good day, sir. We regret to inform you that we've canceled all the arrangements for your wedding. We hope you might reconsider. Ma'am Monic doesn't know about this yet, but we plan to explain everything soon. Have a good day, sir. Thank you." I was completely shocked by what I heard.What?The wedding plans were canceled?I thought about it, remembe
While our lips were locked in a kiss, I couldn't help but moan from the pleasure of the sensations coursing through me. His gentle strokes against my skin were intoxicating, each touch sending shivers down my spine. He skillfully rubbed my face as our mouths explored each other. His skilled tongue danced with mine, causing me to moan even more. He gradually lifted my maternity dress without breaking our passionate kiss. The sudden exposure made me shiver as I felt the cool air against my bare skin.He removed my bra with deliberate care, his hand then descending to explore between my legs. A moan escaped my lips as he delved into my intimate area. I grabbed his neck, finding support in his strong embrace."Mhmm," I murmured, lost in the sensation. His skillful fingers caressed my cl!tor!s, sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel the heat building up within me, my body responding eagerly."Ahhhh, babe~~" Zack's touch caused me to tremble with pleasure. He continued to touch
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