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MAFIA'S FORGOTTEN BRIDE

Taming the Stallion Most women imagine Angelo Sorrentino as rich, handsome, and confident, except Emily Rosette. In her eyes, Angelo Sorrentino is a ruthless, bitter, and heartless businessman who goes out of his way to ruin people's lives at the drop of a hat. After taking over his late father’s wealth and enjoying the protection of both his wealth and some of the most dangerous men in New York who are loyal to him, Angelo sees himself as indestructible. After a fatal car crash, Angelo wakes up unable to remember much about his life other than calling Emily his wife. Emily is presented with an irresistible deal, one that she cannot simply reject. Torn between her desire to tell Angelo the truth and her need to save her son's life, she takes the deal and pretends to be Angelo’s wife. Emily soon learns that being known as "Mrs. Sorrentino" comes with both its perks and dangers. She is now tasked with protecting her fake husband, Angelo, at all costs from the people closest to him. The world of the rich is proving to be bigger than what Emily had thought it to be, proving once again that not all that glitters is gold.

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AMBUSH

There was no doubt in Angelo's mind that his head hurt and it was all due to the constant banging in his head. His eyes were shut, and he felt warmth around him as though someone was hugging him.

He smiled, although his eyes were shut and he was unable to see anything around him. The bed was comfortable, but something about it felt different. Even the smell of his room felt different, so much so that he reached out his hand to touch his wife, and that side of the bed was empty.

He sat up abruptly from the bed and looked around his surroundings, and surely enough, this was not his room. Just from the looks of the bed, it was too pink, and there were too many pillows, so much so that they took up most of the space on the bed.

Even though he knew that this room was not his own, he had a feeling that he had been here before, not once but on many occasions, but he could not put his finger on it or explain how he knew the interior of the room so well.