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His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
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The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
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Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire Heiress
Dirty Deals With The Devil
Don't Leave Me, Mate
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?Synopsis
A Mafia love story.
"I don't like to call it revenge,
Returning the favor sounds nicer."
-Him.
"I respect those who tell me the truth, no matter how hard it is."
-Her.
What if the hero of your story is actually The Villain!
Crystal wakes up from coma after 9 months with no memories of the past. To her surprise, she has been married to Valentine Romero for 2 years. But, what if the marriage he portrayed as a fairy tale is the biggest curse of her life? The words she believed were actually lies?
Dark secrets are about to be revealed and this time will Valentine be able to cage her as he wanted and make her dance with his demons?
Read Dance with the Devil. A Dark and Mysterious Romance.
Prelude
They called him the King.
King of the underworld.
He was a being to be feared and worshipped as he was born from darkness. He has sinned, he has crushed and ruined. He has killed. There was blood on his hands. He carried that aura to haunt the souls of living beings. He was a trickster and manipulative, but he was loyal too.
He was loyal and kind to those who kept their belief in him. He would die for them and won��t hesitate to slaughter for them. Of all, he was Don of Italy and Valentine Romero was his name. Ruthlessness was all he could muster and mercy is what he never gave.
Still, she fell for him and discovered the flaws hidden from all eyes. She kept her faith in him, well cognizant that how his hands were covered in blood. His soul reeked of obscurity and danger described his cynosure. Still, she bared her heart to him and gave away the key to remission. In her light, when he basked, he encountered a world that he never believed in before. He felt the emotions which he never understood before. She is Crystal Volkov, and taking risks is her favorite pastime.
They call him cruel, nevertheless, he came on his knees and cried when destiny tested his love.
It may be a clich�� story but it��s just a love story of a man who has sinned deeper than the burning core.
He was a villain, miscreant and menacing for the world. But for her, he was a hero who has touched her soul.
Prologue
'You can't keep me caged, Romero. I am free.'
The words rang in my ears again through murk followed by a masculine scream. The scream made my otherwise stiff body jerk. The outcry wasn't ear piercing or traumatizing but laced with despair and longing. A scream enveloped in covers of obscurity echoes from afar. A scream, begging for one last chance.
