The Mafia King's Scarred Posession
“Why… am I in your bedroom?” My voice dropped into a whisper.
He breathed out a laugh, the sound carrying a dangerously dark allure. He sat on the bed, and I hurriedly curled up my legs, desperate to gain more distance. He saw the movement, and his lips curled up. “You don't remember anything from last night, do you?”
“L-last night?” I stuttered, crawling back against the headboard.
“I bought you.”
My body shuddered. I slowly lifted my head, facing him. “What… do you mean?”
A smirk appeared. “You were a pretty item on the auction, and now you're mine.”
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After years of cruelty and abuse, I finally escaped from the one who hurt me, but my freedom was more fragile than I
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