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Lured Into The Mafia's Den

Draymond Martinez, a mysterious New York tycoon, rarely appears in public due to his obsessive-compulsive disorder. Draymond is the CEO of Martinez Corporation and the legendary mafia don of the ‘Jade Dragon Triad.’ Living in seclusion, he often grapples with inner turmoil when his OCD takes control. His mother’s tragic and untimely passing drove him to find justice for her. Suddenly, a deadly ambush pushed him to the edge of death. Just when all hope seemed lost, fate intervened, and Zarina Celesti Vasquez, a renowned fashion designer, came as his savior. *** “Marry me, Zarina,” he begged, desperation in his eyes. He instantly regretted his boldness, muttering, “I think I’m becoming straightforward.” Zarina blinked rapidly, her eyes widening, and she stood with her hands on her hips. “No way. I don’t want to marry a man who sees marriage as just another business venture.” She turned her back to him and flipped her long black hair, making her rejection crystal clear. Draymond cleared his throat, attempting to persuade her. “I need a wife,” he stated seriously. Zarina burst into laughter, finding the situation absurd. “Mr. Martinez, I think you need a psychologist to check your brain because it seems you’re struggling to understand my simple condition.” Feeling insulted, Draymond clenched his teeth. “I’ll pay you a substantial amount for this business marriage, and I’ll be a great husband who will warm your bed every night!”

Amberazelie · Urbain
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218 Chs

CHAPTER 134: I’M NOT A WHORE

The woman bowed her head and clutched the hem of her short clothes with her small hands. "I am sorry, sir. I'm really not used to it," she said with an innocent voice.

Narrowing his brows, Keno looked at her gently. The woman beside him continued trembling, pulling her skirt downward to avoid exposing more of her skin.

"Huh? How can a slut not be accustomed to these?" Keno said with a sharp tone. Instead of receiving a response, he was met with a loud slap on his cheek.

The woman who had been gentle moments ago slapped him, anger blazing in her eyes. "I'm not a whore! You don't know who I am, so you have no right to judge me!" she roared, tears forming in her eyes.

Keno was too stunned to speak, his mouth hanging agape. He could feel the sharp pain on his cheek, inwardly cursing himself for his thoughtless words.