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"You gave me a gold lock, and what did I give you in return? At your wedding, I gave you 700 bucks. When you had your child, I gave you 900 bucks. Have I ever come up short in anything between us?" She froze before trying another method. "But I really don't have money right now! You know that! My husband barely earns anything, and my mother-in-law is stingy. I have to think twice before buying clothes. You want me to come up with 7 grand all at once? There's no way!" "No way? Then how did you have the money when you wanted to settle things privately?" Cornered again, she suddenly dropped to the ground and started wailing. "I don't want to live anymore! I hit someone, and now I have to pay wi

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.

With blood dripping like a spilled wine. Despite the numerous misfortunes she experienced, and having murderers as parents, it was the first time she had ever seen an actual corpse. “Alice, let’s go.” She could not help but wonder whether her parents felt this way when they killed the Roccos. Were they haunted in their sleep for killing two innocent brothers? Did the image of the corpses ever leave their mind? Alice was certain that this sight would forever be etched in hers. “Al.” A soft, warm hand enveloped Alice’s, distracting her from the corpse sprawled in front. She even felt Thomas quickly squeezing their intertwined fingers, making her heart thump against her chest wildly.

"He hoped to destroy her happiness and make her come back to him, begging him for his love again. His act had caused so many Lycans to be angry at the crimes of what her mate had done, they wanted him to be punished and the punishment they wanted was his death. Without proper investigation, her mate was beheaded and thrown to the forest and his body as food for the wild animals…" “.... the girl knew why her mate was killed, she knew the reason behind it. She knew who was behind the attack and that got her angry, she wanted revenge and the death of your great-great-grandfather. She took her warriors and went to war and alas a full-scale war broke out." The woman's voice was heavy with emotion

As I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the large windows, I would imagine Arben beside me, holding me close. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the sound of his deep voice—it all flooded my senses, igniting a yearning that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget the reality of my situation, but the guilt gnawed at me relentlessly. It whispered that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that I should resist and fight against my emotions. A pure, innocent virgin Muslim woman… With a ruthless gangster, who operated in the mafia and destroyed lives?

Chapter Seven Mikhail Romanov The gunshot rang through the house. The only person that reacted viscerally was Marlowe. She had gasped and flinched, almost tripping and falling to the floor. The maid's shoulders had jerked slightly, but there had been nothing more than that. She was used to this, to cleaning up blood and brain matter. I glanced at Maxim. His amused eyes were fixed on Marlowe. I looked at her again. She was staring at the traitor's dead body with wide eyes that were flooded with tears.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

Like everything she touched in that world. "He couldn't protect you." My voice cracked on the words. "One job, Elena. He had one fucking job as Don, and you're dead." The rage was better than the grief. Cleaner. Sharper. I traced her name on the headstone—Elena Ferrara Conti. She'd been so proud to take his name. So sure he'd keep her safe. "I'll avenge you," I whispered. "I promise. But not with a bullet. He doesn't get a quick death. I'm going to marry him, Lena. I'm going to become everything you were to him. And then I'm going to destroy him from the inside."

“Let’s pick up some pizza and head home. You know how your mother gets when she’s hungry.” He laughed. “Not as angry as you, Dad.” The Fifth Republic Series continues with Luca's story in The Emperor. Flip to the end of this book to read the first few chapters of his story and preorder it now. If you're looking for something new to read while you wait for The Emperor, I've got another mafia romance with a golden retriever that falls first and hard for the woman he's forbidden to touch. Read It Kills Me now! For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now.

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.