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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]Be My Boyfriend

Marcel tried to take a good at this female but some sort of haze covered her face and he couldn't see anything. It was a dream anyway, so he didn't try hard to remember.

Having achieved his mission, young Marcel turned to leave only to hear, "Hi handsome."

His brows raised at once and he turned to look at her puzzled, pointing at his chest, "Me? Handsome?"

"Umm," She wasn't ashamed to admit it, looking at him with the sparkle in her eyes. 

Eyes? He tried to see what they looked like but he couldn't view anything beyond that haze. It was as if some sort of mental block was stopping him from seeing what he wanted to know. The only thing he could distinguish was her red hair.

At once, Marcel cleared his throat and asked haughtily, "So, what do you want?" Although he didn't show it, Marcel was still joyous inside that she thought he was handsome.

"I just want to thank you for helping me find Ronney," She said to him.