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Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Chapter 7 Love- it hurts Bzzzrrrrr bzzzzrrrr Her mobile buzzed loudly with her panicking. "Time up let's leave. It's the safest now." Rosie straightened all of a sudden and was ready to leave as she picked all her belonging scattered everywhere and the small sling bag. Not really concerned about what she was saying Edwin got up, wore his shoes while she wrapped herself in one of the scarves, she was carrying in her bag to hide her flashy outfit that was more of a prostitute uniform.

I fixed my sleeve first and was about to sit down when suddenly there was a commotion due to an explosion from under the bed. I shut my eyes, and Ashley shrieked with horror as she stumbled on the floor. Damn it, my bomber girl. *** "I love you, Quennie Rose Rado. Let's start this for real," I murmured under her neck after we made out in her office. "Be my girlfriend," I added when I lifted myself and stared into her eyes. I thought everything would go as planned. She admitted that she was jealous, so I knew she had feelings for me, but that's how disappointed I was when she rejected me.

Now she understood why Rose gave her all just to be with him. "Harder!!!" Mary commanded in her little moans and Prince rode her so well that she started saying gibberish. She was just looking at the ceiling and caressing her boobs as the fucking kept entertaining her. He didn't give her time to rest but kept hitting her at the right place. At that sweet sex, you'll probably say they'd agree to get married.

I don’t want to charge in like a bull and make Rosie uncomfortable. Around two and a half hours later, the lift doors slid open and Rosie stepped out. She was dressed simply in a black top and jeans. A red scarf was wrapped neatly around her neck, concealing the lingering marks there, and a medical mask covered the lower half of her face. For once, Desiree didn’t leap to her feet to greet her best friend. Instead, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Rosie smiled beneath her mask and greeted her first. "Morning, Desiree. Is Sebastian still inside?"

Rosalie could not help taking a step back. "W-What are you talking about?" "Rosalie, what's going on? Who's that man?" Theodore looked at her angrily. Rosalie suddenly rushed up and tried to take my phone. Unfortunately, I was prepared. I easily dodged her and played another clear recording. "Reagan, you're the only one I love. Please, let's get back together." It was Rosalie's humble voice. She acted like the queen when she was with Theodore, but it turned out she could be a simp for someone else.

S he walked over to the laptop sitting on the desk and slowly, carefully, plugged in the USB She waited for the video to load while opening the envelope, it contained details of the event, she kept it aside Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed play. The screen lit up with the elegant Rome villa, softly glowing in gold light. She saw Alessandro in a sharp suit, drink in hand, she saw the crowd, the laughter, the smiles. Then she saw the girl. Rosalie, wearing a soft peach dress She'd seen enough pictures to know how she looked at first glance but here, watching this clear footage. She realized how beautiful she was, sleek long dark brown hair, awkward body movements and a polite smile

she said, her voice dripping with irony, as if savoring the name. Phoebe, however, didn't flinch, meeting Rosie's gaze with a defiant stare. "What do you want?" She snapped, her tone laced with aggression. Rosie's expression faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained composure, donning a mask of bravery to conceal her inner turmoil. "Congratulations on snagging another woman's husband. You've finally fed that insatiable hunger of yours."

I glanced between the two women at my sides. "What? You were lying to me?" She said through gritted teeth. "Enough!" A deafening screeching noise came from the piano, making us block our ears. Scarlett bolted out of the room without warning, with Aaron following after her. "If you leave, I'll jump off the window." Rosie's face was red. "Roseanne!" Madam Frey gasped in shock. Was Rosie foolish enough to die because a man could not love her with the same obsession she had for him? Yes.

My voice was hoarse. He shifted awkwardly, words caught on his tongue. The aloof, untouchable man everyone knew was, in truth, a shy boy. Finally, he came forward, slipped off his jacket, and draped it gently around my shoulders. "I was worried about you," he murmured, blushing. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a video message from Sarah. I opened it and my pupils shrank sharply. On screen, George and Sarah were undressed, tangled in bed. Sarah faced the camera, smiling with triumph and mockery. Beside her, George's profile appeared—his fingers tracing the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, his expression steeped in intoxicated pleasure.