The Mafia Don's Innocent Love
My heart pounded relentlessly against my rib cage, causing my chest to ache, while my stomach churned and my legs spasmed uncontrollably.
With trembling hands, I pushed the comforter aside and stumbled out of bed, only to collapse onto the floor. My weakened legs betrayed me. Gazing at my hands, I saw no traces of blood. Relief washed over me momentarily. Yet, as I gasped for breath, my eyes closed, and when they opened again, I was confronted with the horrifying sight of blood staining my hands once more—blood belonging to those who were lost.
Bab Populer