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Femme Fatale:The Queen Of Chess

Volume 1 - Completed  Volume 2 - After 212 chapters (Book status: Completed) "You can't cage me here like this, I'm going!" Renna Amaryllis yelled at him and approached the knob when a six spiked blade flew past her cheek and hit the door. "You can't, unless I find the truth about you." Ronan's serene orbs flickered evil as his right hand man standing nearby trembled, while Renna smirked meaningfully playing vulnerable card. _._._._ "Hey, I've brought you food and meds." Renna stepped inside the room when Ronan leaped to hold the tray when the duvet slipped from his naked body revealing a hardened bulge. "Face, torso or my sexy dick?" His narcissistic question heated a passion within her. _._._._ A woman gave a lopsided grin while swirling the wine glass, reading the headlines on the TV.  "Checkmate! Ronan Ross is dead." Renna Amaryllis was assigned to shot her doting ex-husband dead, while he struggled to win his 'dead wife' back. It's just a pity that she wanted his head, after falling into his hands intentionally.  As she proceeded with her strategies, the underworld Lord grew suspicious.  Finally acknowledging that it was a wrong move and that she had already triggered a war within three mafia rulers!  ••• https://discord.gg/4FW69JpcVA (for spoilers and to chat with me.) _._._._ TAGS: #mafiaKing #CEO #StrongLeads #technology #action #cleverFemale #gunsAndbullets #killing #deadWifecomesBack  ._._._._. • Must read the introductory auxiliary chapter first.

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292 Chs

Torn Russell Family

●Russia || Master Russell's villa●

A lean man walked inside the lounge taking dignified yet little steps as if he was exhausted from work possibly or perhaps some other vigorous exercise had occupied him earlier, which squeezed out his energy to put up with the things.

"Ah! That woman did not even leave me for a moment."

The man loosened his tie in groaning voice as his disheveled state was yelling about the affair and the one night stand he had last night. 

Mr Russel arrived in front of the sofa and threw his grey horizontally striped coat on the sofa, and slumped himself within the lofty foamy thing. His temples had been growing white by now since his neatly combed hair had already marked his age and years of experience as they turned grey.