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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

Sexy Devil [Bonus chapter]

How do you tell someone that he's not "the one"?

That he has everything a woman could ever ask for from a partner, and yet, he's not "the one"?

Not your one.

That he's a dream guy, but he's not "your" dream guy?

That no matter what he would do, he won't ever be "yours" and you would never be "his"?

Not anymore.

Angela knew that Andy didn't ask to meet that day because he was still hoping for something between them. Before today, she might have thought that was possible. But the moment they saw each other that afternoon, she noticed the way he looked at her.

It wasn't the same gaze he gave when he lovingly watched her.

It wasn't the same gaze he gave when he kissed her, when he hugged her, when they did more than just those things.

He had the same eyes but held a different gaze.

His eyes didn't harbor hate and for that, she was thankful—even though for a time, she hated what she did to him.