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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

NixxxiE · Urbano
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556 Chs

Home Is Wherever She Is

Unbeknown to Angela, Gael had been sitting in his car that's parked on the road in front of the house. It was dark outside that even if she had peered the window earlier, she wouldn't see him in his black car. He had been sitting out here for hours since he came home a few minutes after Angela and Rick arrived.

He tried to talk himself into going inside, but the thought of seeing Angela made his chest ache. He was stupid to think that keeping her close to him would be easy—even if she had to meet men on dates as per her agreement with her father. But every time that Rock comes in place, he'd always have this anger boiling within him. 

There's this burning sensation in his stomach that wouldn't go away no matter what he did. And if he walked inside, he'd have to see her and then he'd remember that she had to go on that date with him tomorrow. How fûcked up was it that he was feeling this way, knowing full well that Angela wasn't his?