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Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

[BOOK1] What are the odds that Gael would find himself as the Hero of a dark romance novel? After stumbling upon the book that he probably wouldn't have found if not because of his sister, Gael read the entire thing in one night. He found the book worthy of his mockery. It was absolutely ludicrous! He must find whoever wrote this absolute nonsense about him so he could show that person what he does to people who were deserving of his wrath. But what would he do when he finds out that the author of the book wants to keep her identity a secret? Will he expose her? Or will he use the secret to his advantage? ... "How dare she use me this way?" A menacing stare paints his face as he looks at the woman from a distance. "She likes writing romance novels so much?" he scoffed. "Then I'll give her the best damn story she would ever want to write." ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Other Works: •Serendipity - A Chance Encounter (Complete-Ongoing revision) •Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress •Gabriella's Hellfire: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Book 2 of The De Luca Mafia Series) •Giovanni's Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Book 3 of The De Luca Mafia Series) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me and follow all my socials: linktr.ee/nixxxie *Licensed cover image ~~~~~~~~~~~ Proofreader/Editors: Filledelisle Swaning

NixxxiE · Urban
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Su Mansion

Angela and Nina spent a few hours shopping before saying goodbye to each other, promising to meet again in a couple of days. By the time Angela arrived home, it was already late in the afternoon and the sun was about to set.

Feeling exhausted, she dove onto her bed and let out a long sigh. Today, she bought a lot of stuff she didn't really need—five-inch shoes that she didn't think she would wear, an evening dress that she thought looked absolutely great on her but no party to wear it to, and a gift for someone she didn't think she would ever see again.

Her bed was a mess when she left, but she returned to her room, which looked like a hotel again—her bed was made up and her stuff that was cluttered around was already organized. Life was like this before she moved out of the mansion. She would admit that it's pretty easy for her. And that was why she left, wanting to have a life of her own where no one hovers.