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Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Completed] Nemesis!  If Arianna had known that irritating man would change her life in the worst way possible, perhaps she would have poisoned his coffee the first day they met. Arianna who was tricked and about to be married off to a Loan shark by her uncle's family, finally found a way to escape. However, that was all ruined when Marcel, the feared lord of the underworld captured her. The one thing she desired the most - her freedom - was taken from her. Marcel prided on the fact that he was well feared, respected, and revered in the city. His name caved terror in the hearts of people, however, his reputation is put to test when a familiar stranger relieved him of his property right under his nose. Anger simmers in his veins as he goes on a manhunt against the pickpocket who robbed him. When he gets Arianna, Marcel is sure to show her that nobody steals from Marcel Luciano and goes scot-free. On the other hand, Arianna loathes him so much and would do everything to escape that crazy Mafia. Unfortunately, what if she ends up stealing his heart as well. Read to find out. ~~~~~ "You're a monster, Marcel," "Don't monsters deserve to be loved too?" *Note - this book has strong sexual themes, strong language, violence, and gore. It would leave you on the edge and get you screaming for more. So if you can't handle the burn, drop it without abusing me in the comment box (I won't take it lightly if it does happen). If you can handle the burn, then welcome to the Mafia world!

Glimmy · Urban
Not enough ratings
918 Chs

Betrayed By His Father

Marcel felt the wrongness in the air even before his eyes were opened. A cold chill fell over him when he remembered what happened. 

It was Luka! 

He trusted him! Who knew he would betray him in the end? Even if a prophet had told him that would happen, Marcel would never believe it. They were not just superordinate and subordinate, they were brothers! They made sacrifices for each other, fought on the same side, and in the end, he was in league with his father. 

Cold water was suddenly splashed on Marcel, erasing all traces of sleep from his eyes and he lifted his head with a gasp. Shivers danced down his spine, the cold seeping into his skin but he didn't take notice of it because his eyes connected not with the bastard that treated him that way, but rather the man behind him clapping enthusiastically.

Richardo. 

With a low growl, Marcel lunged forward but the chains tugged him back and he couldn't go past a certain limit.