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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.

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Relationship Blunder 3

●Italy || Milan●

'What is she doing now?'

Kyril Ross was wandering aimlessly throughout the villa, walking around on the second floor he could clearly see the door of Alessandro' office on the first floor. 

His eyes were darted on the closed door which was driving him crazy and the phantom boss was staring at it continuously since the fight. Kyril Ross was again wearing that weird mask and clad into his nightgown, it was the first time he did not care about his appearance. 

And definitely not about his reputation as he kept his eyes glued to the door which was right in front of his eyes, standing in the lobby a few steps away from the staircase his anxious orbs were growing darker. Kyril placed his hands on the railing which unnaturally felt cold to him and leaned over it with a helpless sigh.

'Why isn't she coming out?'