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Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

[BOOK1] What are the odds that Gael would find himself as the Hero of a dark romance novel? After stumbling upon the book that he probably wouldn't have found if not because of his sister, Gael read the entire thing in one night. He found the book worthy of his mockery. It was absolutely ludicrous! He must find whoever wrote this absolute nonsense about him so he could show that person what he does to people who were deserving of his wrath. But what would he do when he finds out that the author of the book wants to keep her identity a secret? Will he expose her? Or will he use the secret to his advantage? ... "How dare she use me this way?" A menacing stare paints his face as he looks at the woman from a distance. "She likes writing romance novels so much?" he scoffed. "Then I'll give her the best damn story she would ever want to write." ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Other Works: •Serendipity - A Chance Encounter (Complete-Ongoing revision) •Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress •Gabriella's Hellfire: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Book 2 of The De Luca Mafia Series) •Giovanni's Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Book 3 of The De Luca Mafia Series) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me and follow all my socials: linktr.ee/nixxxie *Licensed cover image ~~~~~~~~~~~ Proofreader/Editors: Filledelisle Swaning

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The Manor (1)

It only took a few minutes to reach Giovanni's club from Gael's house. Even on a Tuesday night, the line outside was so long. The partygoers were probably college students who were on their winter break soon and squeezing every chance to party with friends before they go back to their hometowns. The Manor looked swanky even on the exterior. It reminded her of Gael's club from earlier that day. 

Gael rounded the car after stopping right in front of the entrance of the club. He opened the door for her but refused to look at her. He was also quiet on the way here, and she didn't want to keep asking, but his silence bothered her a lot.

"Are you mad at me?" Angela asked.

As if surprised by her question, his eyes snapped up to her. "No?"

"Well, you look mad…" She sighed. "You don't like me in this dress."