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Falling for his Prisoner

Frederick Mortcombe is a ruthless mafia leader who does not hesitate to wipe off the entire clan of his longtime ally, the Bloodsworth, for their insurrection. However, when the 24 years old Audrey Bloodsworth was named to be the sacrificial lamb, Frederick grew suspicious of her identity. He keeps her alive as his prisoner and ran background checks. With every newfound information, Frederick's emotion is stirred as he begins to develop feelings for her. But with a wound so deep, would Audrey be able to differentiate love and admiration? -- Book is on pause for stockpiling -- :: WARNING :: This book contains slow burn romance. Please read at your own discretion as it may contain topic that may upset you. (No rape, No incest). There are plenty of hints being dropped here and there for your reading pleasure. So have fun with the easter eggs! An example is listed under the spoiler tag below. ----- SPOILER TAG INCOMING ----- [SPOILER] One of the characters is bisexual. When the chapter comes, comment and share your thoughts where the hints were dropped. If you need more spoilers, please feel free to ask. I may even share which chapters answers your question for you to read. If there are loads of similar question, I would be more than happy to prepare a compilation of spoiler topics in the AUX . Cheers! Cover is from Pinterest.

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96 Chs

Choices

"Who provides the sperm?" Frederick's hazel eyes glinted from the reflection of the river, only enhancing how menacing he looked as he glared at the man who was kneeling on the floor.

"Wh-what sperm?" The man stuttered as his eyes never once looked elsewhere other than the villain's hands, fearing it would come and attack him when he least expect it.

"Who else, you fucking bastard??! I'm talking about the Bloodsworth! Who fucking provides the sperm for you to impregnate her?"

If Frederick gets a hold of a whip, he would have already struck the man with stinging lashes! Alas, the only tools he had were the ones in his vehicle as he had driven out without any preparation.

"It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!" The doctor cowered in fear with his reply. His body lowered to the ground, to be closer to his handcuffed 'abled' hand - an instinctive move to shield and protect his head at any cost.

"Then who?!" The villain growled dangerously.