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Not perfect enough for Love

“Fated" is meeting the same soul in every lifetime, loving them even through deception. It’s the weight of tears spilled on the same shoulder, century after century. It’s collision after separation—an inevitable return, as if the universe itself bends to bring us together. Fated is you. Fated is us. Fated is love’s fire, friendship’s anchor, family’s unbreakable thread—even the cruelest twists of fate that still led me to you. We are fated, Adam. --- Aziza—a bloodstained paradise, torn between spies and mafias in a war without end. The only hope for peace? A vow sworn in childhood, binding two heirs: Salama, the mafia princess, and Adam, the spy king. Their marriage was meant to end the conflict, but love was never part of the bargain. Hate ignited their first touch. Despair shadowed every glance. Yet through years of bullets and betrayal, longing festered beneath the fury. Now, they stand at the edge of destiny—will their love save Aziza, or drown it in flames? --- Adam’s voice, raw with devotion: “Salama, I’ve heard napalm is a gut-wrenching poison—a chemical that devours flesh. But I’d swallow it gladly before I’d lose you. You’re the only antidote to the venom my father pumped into my veins."* Salama’s reply, a blade of ice and agony: "I can’t love a man baptized in darkness. If I could carve you from my heart, I would. But even my hatred for you… feels like obsession."

Muskan_umata · 现代言情
分數不夠
23 Chs
#SLICEOFLIFE
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#LOVEATFIRSTSIGHT

I can still hear her

Our lovely comfort session was disturbed by the news. The news of grandmother. 

Salama's grandmother was found dead in her home. And just like that, I watched all glimmer drain from her big dark eyes...

Chapter 10. 

 

10 am. In front of a harbour, a man shipping out some fruit found her body. Battered, bruised, you name it. A woman as old and frail was treated with so much inhumanity. It was obvious. 

My father had to be the culprit. 

Mafias don't hurt their prisoners the way we hurt ours, we beat, poison, burn, fake suicides. I know because I, too, am guilty of this. 

 

"I need to leave." 

"we`ll leave together; you can't go out there without me." 

"I need to see her, I need to save her." 

"You can't save her this time..." Aliyan said, looking away. He knew, too. We were both guilty, both responsible for her death.