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Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Completed] Nemesis!  If Arianna had known that irritating man would change her life in the worst way possible, perhaps she would have poisoned his coffee the first day they met. Arianna who was tricked and about to be married off to a Loan shark by her uncle's family, finally found a way to escape. However, that was all ruined when Marcel, the feared lord of the underworld captured her. The one thing she desired the most - her freedom - was taken from her. Marcel prided on the fact that he was well feared, respected, and revered in the city. His name caved terror in the hearts of people, however, his reputation is put to test when a familiar stranger relieved him of his property right under his nose. Anger simmers in his veins as he goes on a manhunt against the pickpocket who robbed him. When he gets Arianna, Marcel is sure to show her that nobody steals from Marcel Luciano and goes scot-free. On the other hand, Arianna loathes him so much and would do everything to escape that crazy Mafia. Unfortunately, what if she ends up stealing his heart as well. Read to find out. ~~~~~ "You're a monster, Marcel," "Don't monsters deserve to be loved too?" *Note - this book has strong sexual themes, strong language, violence, and gore. It would leave you on the edge and get you screaming for more. So if you can't handle the burn, drop it without abusing me in the comment box (I won't take it lightly if it does happen). If you can handle the burn, then welcome to the Mafia world!

Glimmy · 现代言情
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"You don't look good," Victor pointed out as he stepped into the office with two cups in hand.

He gave the darkly roasted coffee to Marcel who accepted it with a word of thanks while he sipped his matcha latte. Unlike Marcel, Victor had a sweet tooth and loved the strong natural sweetness compared to his cousin's bitter drink. Blah! How does he even enjoy that? 

"Did you even sleep last night?" He inquired, focused on his tea. 

"No," 

"Ah, you must have been up all night, thinking." Victor thought. 

"Arianna slept in my room," 

"Oh." He understood at once. 

It made sense to Victor. Why would Marcel stay awake for a little problem like Clara's? All he needed to do was to sleep and get a clear head enough to think of a solution. 

But then, when you have a temptress on your bed, it's incredibly hard to sleep. It's like being in the garden of Eden, watching the attractive forbidden fruit and being told not to eat it.