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The irresistible slow poison

|Stripper×Mafia boss×CEO| [Volume one: Heaven's hell] "On your knees," he said and she did as ordered. He tied a silk cloth around her eyes to make sure that she can't look at him while he fucks her. She feels disrespected every time he does this but who was she to deny him when he has her heart in his palms? "Can you kiss me today, please?" she begged but her begging didn't matter. It was only returned with a smack on her ass as a punishment. "You know that I don't kiss. Stop making silly demands or you can leave." "I am sorry, master." That's how it was; she wasn't respected enough, but still, she couldn't leave. He had her heart while she was just a booty call. She would endure everything just to get some more time with him but still, she wasn't appreciated. And when she finally decides to move on, he is on his knees, begging her to stay. And what was the 'so-called handsome CEO' doing in the orphanage where she goes every now and then? He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. The once ignored girl was now being chased by two important figures and everyone started calling her 'The irresistible slow poison' On top of everything, the cute children were there to make things a thousand times better. Her besties were her protectors. They gave her so much happiness and love that she forgot all of her pain. Yet there's someone after her life. Unexpected things start to happen one after another. A book with diverse cultures, races, and love and full of angst. Fast-paced but also a slow burn. PS: the cover isn't mine.

gottastudyyyy · Urban
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138 Chs

Her last hope

"What are you doing here?" She forces herself to give a big smile, despite her heart shivering in fear.

She didn't dare to show any fear before him. She didn't want him to know about her top secrets.

It's not like he was a bad person. He wasn't. He has always been the grey type yet something about him was so dark that was stopping her from fully trusting him.

Or maybe she just didn't want to come off as a mess before him. She wanted him to see the fearless her, the strong her, even the shameless her.

She was ready to kill her self-respect for him but she never wanted him to see her as a weak woman.

She was afraid, too afraid that he would leave her after finding out what a big mess she was.

He didn't say anything, he was looking directly into her eyes, for the first time.

He seemed as if he was trying to read her. And she was afraid that he might just become successful.