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Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Completed] Nemesis!  If Arianna had known that irritating man would change her life in the worst way possible, perhaps she would have poisoned his coffee the first day they met. Arianna who was tricked and about to be married off to a Loan shark by her uncle's family, finally found a way to escape. However, that was all ruined when Marcel, the feared lord of the underworld captured her. The one thing she desired the most - her freedom - was taken from her. Marcel prided on the fact that he was well feared, respected, and revered in the city. His name caved terror in the hearts of people, however, his reputation is put to test when a familiar stranger relieved him of his property right under his nose. Anger simmers in his veins as he goes on a manhunt against the pickpocket who robbed him. When he gets Arianna, Marcel is sure to show her that nobody steals from Marcel Luciano and goes scot-free. On the other hand, Arianna loathes him so much and would do everything to escape that crazy Mafia. Unfortunately, what if she ends up stealing his heart as well. Read to find out. ~~~~~ "You're a monster, Marcel," "Don't monsters deserve to be loved too?" *Note - this book has strong sexual themes, strong language, violence, and gore. It would leave you on the edge and get you screaming for more. So if you can't handle the burn, drop it without abusing me in the comment box (I won't take it lightly if it does happen). If you can handle the burn, then welcome to the Mafia world!

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[Bonus Chapter] Powerful Figure Backing Her

"I've been looking into Arianna's mother as you asked me to but I swear to God that woman's information is even more confidential than the president of this country." Adele handed the papers she had managed to gather for him.

They were currently in his office to hold the meeting without the chance of someone spying on them.

Marcel took the documents going through the information with his face scrunched in concentration. 

"Natalie Valeria," He tasted the name on his lips and for some reason, it sounded familiar as if he had heard it somewhere.

If Natalie had truly been friends with his mother, then it made perfect sense that he must have heard her say it or even read it somewhere. His mother was good at keeping journals and letters. If he went back to their old house, Marcel bet he was going to find some stuff.