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Frank said and Mel could not help with the tears that rolled down her cheek. Uncontrollable tears kept on falling as Mel kept on looking at the documents in front of her. The first three documents were three different passports. One in the name of Eric Black and the other in the name of Alfred Gibbins and the third one in the name of Alexander Ducan with Alex's picture on three of them. The third document was an old newspaper from the last two years with the picture of Alexander at the top which the headline states that a certain man named Oliver Knight murdered his wife and unborn child in order to inherit the wife's property. Then there was another newspaper which stated that the murderer,

There was a void in his chest. Jean Luc knew he was running from reality. There was absolutely no way. Lucinda could not be the sinful, vile, wicked, brutal RD. Although he dreaded to accept the truth, he must admit that it made so much sense. Her scars, her mysteries, her stories, her personality. It answered so many of his questions. He fell in love with a murderer. The murderer. He was so deep into it that he became blind. He had been holding the hand of a demon. He had been tasting her skin. Making love to her. And for God's sake, he had enjoyed it. Tremendously.

David Del Valle had decided to stay at the salon, to make sure that everything was in good condition, and Maria went back to Miami with Emiliano Romero, she needed, according to her, some time to rest and cool down her brain, which had become so frustrated. That same day, when the Mexican woman finished investigating Daniel's mistress, they returned home. After three weeks, Maria began to attend to business, but there was a day when she arrived very tired; sometimes when she was too exhausted she preferred to rest in a room by herself; Then she arrived, took a warm shower, relaxed in a bubble bath, then lay down on her bed, but when she tried to fall asleep she couldn't, she was too pensive,

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

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Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance Trapped Forever- A twisted Happily Ever After. Hope you enjoy reading!!

Some met me, but I felt no pain. When the last bullet was fired and the silence returned, I was alone in the center of the hall. I surveyed the room; bodies were strewn across the floor. There were still more people to be killed. I immediately shut the power down; the mansion was covered with darkness. Damien had given me access to it. I moved in the dark because killing in the dark was my specialty. I fucking loved it. Everyone in the mansion was dead. I counted everyone I killed till it was one hundred and forty-nine of them were dead.

What the … He’s pounding into me now, somehow figuring out that it’s exactly what I need. I scream. Over and over, and yeah, it’s not a cute sound, either. It’s possible the cops will be called out for a suspected murder, but right now all I care about is getting this orgasm monster out of me. Mick is yelling like a man gone wild right along with me.

The spacious ballroom, well lit with chandeliers mounted high above the ceiling, fresh-scented roses on every corner, champagne flowing freely, couples in their finest swaying to the soft music, it was a magical evening for the newlyweds. But not for the mafia princess. The gods were not on her side tonight. A respectable inch set their bodies apart, yet she felt her skin prickled from his heat. Breathing had become a torture, especially with his familiar scent filling her senses. Minty and fresh. Had tasted the same on her tongue. Her stomach coiled at the memory. She gritted her teeth and looked away.

I didn't want to see that. "Make that the last fucking time or I'll string you back up like shark meat, ca-peash cabrón" Lucien snarled. They are winding each other's wheels up with this cabrón calling. "Mi amor, la princesa de la mafia.- she is an angel and deserves to be called it at any chance given" Carlos went on. "Have you two had enough yet" I cut in with annoyance. They both fell silent. Their eyes glued to each other asif silently carrying on their drama between themselves.