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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

Giving up

It had been on many occasions whereby Frederick rejected Rafael's love confession. However this time, it hit him harder!

He realised that no matter what the outcome is, Frederick would never return his love. All this time, he was blinded! He was so full of himself, that he thought he had the ability to sway that man. He thought Frederick would love no other no more.

Yet there he sat, in his lifeless grand master bedroom, with a rustic chandelier hanging majestically on the ceiling. The dimmed glow of orange hue that reflected against his handsome blue eyes, made his appearance quite forlorn. Even with all the lights on, coupled with the natural luminescence of the moon and stars, his glorious room reeked of bleakness.

He knew he screwed up royally.

With one more push, with one more utterance of the traitorous woman, and with one more mention of that woman he called bitch, he knew he would lose Frederick Mortcombe forever.