Marrying The Mafia Boss' Daugther
“Your new documents. From now on, you are Maureen Lopez, a tourist and a freelance writer. You have no family. You’re here in Davao Oriental to work on your novel. Keep your story straight, understand?”
“Yes, Pa.”
Soon, they reached their destination—Dahican Beach. The view was breathtaking. The sea was a dazzling shade of blue, and the soft wind from the ocean greeted them gently.
“Welcome to your new home, hija,” Hiron said warmly.
“Daghang salamat, Pa,” Reina replied with a small smile.
Hiron raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “That’s better. Your Bisaya is still sharp.”
Before they could take a step further, a cheerful teenage girl with bright eyes and bouncy steps welcomed them.
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