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The Mafia's Rose Married The CEO

This message is to let you know that we're coming for you. Yours truly, The Mafia's Rose — After her mother’s death, Feng Xuan was sent overseas to continue her studies and was under strict instructions to never come home. Feng Xuan had always known she was going to marry someone she did not love. That was why she was not surprised that when her father finally allowed her to come back, she was off to be married immediately. Upon marrying the handsome, somewhat brooding but caring, Qing Chen, a hotelier and the new mafia boss on the side, Feng Xuan started to realize that she might not be the woman whom she thought she was. There was only one condition that allowed Qing Chen to marry Feng Xuan: he is to keep her protected from the world, and from herself. **** This is a story about a woman who uncovers the long buried details about her life, the society, the world, and her mother’s untimely death. Along the way, she discovers who she really is; smart, ruthless, cunning, and powerful. **** WARNINGS: (If you comment anything about this, I will direct you to read these AGAIN) 1. This is a slow-paced story, because of this ROMANCE CAME LATE FOR THE LEADS. I'm saying this again, LATE. There's a huge reason behind this, if you will be patient you'd get there.  2. Male Lead is weak AT FIRST. As this story is slow-paced, character development took a while. 3. Female Lead will start to reawaken around Chapter 80 and ML will rise into his full potential shortly afterwards--once you start reading you'll know why it took this long. 4. This book is not just about the romance part, it is also has a lot of mystery and later on, action in it. English is not my first language. Please do not hesitate to comment corrections regarding spelling and grammar. Thank you! This is an original story. The picture on the cover is not mine. Credits to the real owner. Update schedule: One chapter a day.

sugarcoatqueenx · Urban
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Where Is Mom?

Feng Xuan woke up staring at the ceiling made up of iron sheets. Her back was aching and she got up from the make-shift bed she was laying on. It was clearly a mattress but it was so thin and she felt the springs poking her skin open.

Her sleepy eyes widened when she realized she did not know where she was. There was nothing in the room apart from a wooden table and a chair. A faded white door was shut but the doorknob looked like it was gleaming against the light bulb. She scratched at her arms and legs where little bumps had already appeared because of mosquito bites, but there were no windows. Her throat felt like sandpaper. She was thirsty and there was not a sign of a single drop of water.