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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

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Gael found a few more notes along with another naughty one. 

After finding the other notes earlier that day, he decided he'd just forget about them or let the constant reminder of Angela being mad at him follow him everywhere because he deserved it. He'd walked past the chair where he found the note telling him he's a selfish prick and the dresser note that told him he was an asshole. He guessed the naughty notes were over, and she just wanted to keep calling him names. He didn't want any more reminders of how much of an ass he was.

He didn't find any more notes after that for a while—rather, he hoped there wouldn't be another hate note, but knowing there were more or less 20 notes in the bedroom, he had been feeling pissy. He couldn't even take a nap in his bed, so he left his room and only came back an hour ago. And so the hate notes began. Again.