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Damien's Lethal Obsession
Mafia "How dare you, Erika? If I'm not saying anything to you, will you start taking advantage of it?" Damien roared, slapping her hard on her face. She stumbled, losing her balance, and fell on the floor.
"Your place is here, in my feet, got it?" Erika remained silent, not leaving a word out of her mouth.
"You dare to push Damien. Where did you got the guts to push Damien, huh?" Erika still kept on staying silent, not even daring to leave a whimper out of her mouth.
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Thirty-year-old Damien Blake is a ruthless, savage, cold-blooded, and arrogant man who doesn't know or believe in love. He doesn't have a heart, but a piece of flash which shows not an ounce of mercy on others. He treats girls like a toy as he keeps them with himself for only a one-night stand.
In the promotion ceremony for his office, he saw a girl, Erika Smith, who is the daughter of the employee of his office named Smith Dawson. He felt attracted to her charm, innocence, and her pretty face. Erika sensed his intentions.
Her life turns upside down when Damien offers her a contract marriage. Either she will accept his offer, or he will kick out his father from his job for which he spent years to reach the ladder of success to get there.
How will her life turn after she signs a marriage contract with Damien? Would he be her saviour, treating her like a princess as her father, or would he turn savage, using and keeping her as his mistress? How deeply will it affect the life of Damien when he starts getting used to this innocent girl and gets obsessed with her beauty and innocence? Is he ready to keep her with him for good?
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