Billionaire Mafia Romance Books Novels & Stories

A true fallen angel is not afraid of darkness, but appreciates it, adores it, and enjoys it. In the same way that in Colombia they prepared an exclusive party, where there were guests of all kinds, exotic, eccentric, etc.. The important thing was that they had money and that they collaborated with the illicit association that Maria De La Cruz was trying to lead, and that was also growing and leaving in its wake the personalized Mexican brand. That party was very difficult for her, since there were faces, images that had done her wrong at some point, that were not friends at all, but she knew that world had to be extremely cold, and that was how little by little she was becoming a successful

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I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

It was late in the evening when I finally got the call I'd been expecting all day. "Mother, how are you? How's Manila? Usually, you only call to talk about the company stock," I said to her. It's not that I didn't love my mother; it's just that she could be a little much. As the daughter of a mafia don, she'd been exposed to the underworld ever since she was a kid. While she might've married my dad and gotten out, it was those ties of hers that allowed me to climb so high in such a short period of time.

Here are a few things to put you at ease (mainly confusions and insights). Moreover, the beginning chapters are longer to keep you hooked and to let you decide easily. • Insights: 1) This is a mafia, billionaire romance. But definitely the author is not playing with cliche of abducting and falling in love with the kidnapper. 2) There is no Stockholm syndrome or rape at all, personally I don't like writing it. The female protagonist won't be forced to do anything.

The desperation. This girl wasn't just valuable. She was the key to one of the biggest mafia fortunes in Europe. And she had no idea. His phone buzzed again. Message from Sophia: *Did you get her? The Morettis are getting impatient.* Rafael stared at the message, then at the closed bedroom door. The smart play was to trade her. Get his information about his family's treasure and walk away. But the Santoro fortune changed everything. If he played this right, Cassandra Roglas could give him something far more valuable than his parents' stolen heirloom.

“Or we can disappear completely. New identities. A different continent. Raise our child in peace.” I looked between them — the ruthless billionaire and the dangerous mafia prince — both willing to burn the world or walk away from it for me. “I don’t want to run forever,” I said quietly. “But I also don’t want our child born into war.” Nico leaned in and kissed my forehead. “We won’t let that happen.” Victor kissed my mouth — slow and deep. “Then we prepare,” he said against my lips. “Carefully. Smartly. Together.” The conversation faded as desire rose again.

I was focused on the present, and not only as a distraction. Running my gaze over the files, I matched a potential partner to thirty-five-year-old Ibiza Prices, a furniture designer, and a major shareholder in many companies. His name was Maurice Grover, forty, a big part of the agriculture industry in Europe and sitting on loads of intergenerational wealth. I’d assessed him once myself at a premier for World War Z. The guy was obsessed with zombies and had a room with arcade games of House of Dead, all editions. Good dude. I picked up my phone and shot her an e-mail, subsequently returning to my paperwork.