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The Mafia's Crazy Obsession

"I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart." "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin. He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding. "Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like." - To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife. Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare. Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible. Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart. Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?

TwentiesGirl · Urban
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84 Chs

Abel - Thirsty Inferno

"Well, who do we have here, huh?" Norman Stravkos started, his mood falsely cheery as he glanced at his watch. "It's nice of you to finally grace us with your presence, Abel. Thought we weren't worthy enough."

"I'm sorry, Father. We left the house late and got stuck in traffic for a few hours," I lied, loathing my instant shift in behavior whenever I was around him. I didn't feel like a grown man, but a kid again. And not just any kid — that eager-to-please child who wouldn't stop trying even though it was crystal clear that he could never do enough. That his efforts could never be appreciated enough. That he could never be enough. He didn't comment on my lie, whether he believed it all or not, but turned his eyes to Solana, his eyes glistening at her dress.

"You look dashing, dearest Lana. Great to see you in anything other than that dreadful black veil and dress you had on at the funeral," he said, chuckling.