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Femme Fatale:The Queen Of Chess

Volume 1 - Completed  Volume 2 - After 212 chapters (Book status: Completed) "You can't cage me here like this, I'm going!" Renna Amaryllis yelled at him and approached the knob when a six spiked blade flew past her cheek and hit the door. "You can't, unless I find the truth about you." Ronan's serene orbs flickered evil as his right hand man standing nearby trembled, while Renna smirked meaningfully playing vulnerable card. _._._._ "Hey, I've brought you food and meds." Renna stepped inside the room when Ronan leaped to hold the tray when the duvet slipped from his naked body revealing a hardened bulge. "Face, torso or my sexy dick?" His narcissistic question heated a passion within her. _._._._ A woman gave a lopsided grin while swirling the wine glass, reading the headlines on the TV.  "Checkmate! Ronan Ross is dead." Renna Amaryllis was assigned to shot her doting ex-husband dead, while he struggled to win his 'dead wife' back. It's just a pity that she wanted his head, after falling into his hands intentionally.  As she proceeded with her strategies, the underworld Lord grew suspicious.  Finally acknowledging that it was a wrong move and that she had already triggered a war within three mafia rulers!  ••• https://discord.gg/4FW69JpcVA (for spoilers and to chat with me.) _._._._ TAGS: #mafiaKing #CEO #StrongLeads #technology #action #cleverFemale #gunsAndbullets #killing #deadWifecomesBack  ._._._._. • Must read the introductory auxiliary chapter first.

Aysel_Inara · Urban
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292 Chs

Abducting The Mafia Romance Author 2

Aysel was whispering to herself in utter nervousness because this was the first time the triple E boss had visited the company and she could not wake up earlier. 

The anxious lady walked towards the arcade and the loud unorganised tick sound of her black heels was audible enough to indicate that she was done for the day. 

"Come on. Come on!"

Pressing the elevator button she was getting impatient for its arrival, Aysel glanced at the end of the corridor thinking that whether she should take the stairs or not.

A drop tickled down from her hair strand and fell on the floor in a slow motion with a muffled cry, as Aysel averted her eyes steadily as if some shooting of a Korean drama was going on.

The door of the elevator opened and a figure emerged from those four composed walls, as Aysel gasped at the heavenly godly person who was standing in front of her; comparatively her disheveled state the smirking man had an utter sense in fashion.