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Hating The Mafia King

Chapter 2 Turning The Pages

Word Count: 1642    |    Released on: 06/03/2025

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ve-wracking how close yet far away I am from him. I know every single detail about his life - what he does, what he eats, what he wears, who he's with. Every single detail is stored is kept in my brain. I live to seek revenge on Richa

epping out of my control zone. As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I am doing right now. I am sitting with my laptop on my thighs, sipping on a steaming cup of black coffee. My browser is filled with tabs about Richard Mara

s since that incident, and I've been painstakingly strategizing every step. I'm determined to create a flawless plan, making sure not to make a single mistake. The Maranzano family is known for their intelligence, so

find him handsome at all. To me, he's just like a cucumber that needs to be peeled, so everyone can see how rotten and disgusting he is on the inside. Richard

only one that sees right through him! I know what he does; he ruins families and burns down houses. That's exactly what he did to

g the way it burns down my throat. "Ugh," I can't help but gr

breakups with him. Honestly, even I'm exhausted by their relat

myself wishing I had the means to hire a private investigator to gather more information about Richard Maranzano and his illegal activities. I am most interested in that be

y attention back to my laptop. "Why do

dness. I can't help but roll my eyes. It's like a br

voice, barely above a whisper, carr

uiet of the room. It's difficult to fathom, but their relationship seems to go through a cycle of

pened, I know for sure that it has to do with something very stup

ley wanted you to meet his mom. That's a big

r he will want to take the relationship to the next level and-" I cranked up the volume on my e

on settling down with anyone until I get my revenge because I believe that nothing should come between me and Richard. While I was busy

orphanage, and from that moment, a deep bond formed between us. We share a profound understanding, although th

iece and turn to Rebecca with a wide smile on my face. "Guess what

w York City like

to Italy for business and he

are really obsess

oint is Richard Maranzano is in NewYork and

as she jumps up from the bed. "No w

s buying not just the Downtown Black

o buy our club and will

one place, we love to go there - well she loves

t Richard. The Richard Maranzano," She says excitedly. Girls go ab

could just be a rumor. I've seen similar things b

ull excitement. Seems like she's really moved on from her broken relationship. I can't help but roll my eyes at her. I

s. "I'm not really excited, I'm just happy that I might have a chance to find

itted to searching about him. I mean, if you don't like

oncerned. It's like a never-ending curiosity that keeps pullin

look, raising an eyebr

g the subject I have never told Rebecca why I hate the Maranzano family

ew outfits in mind, but will we even have tickets to get in? I mean if R

get us two tickets," I say with a mischievous smirk I can't

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“Rachel Green whose life revolves around the perfect things of life. Her world was shattered when she witnesses her mother's tragic death at the merciless hands of Richard Maranzano, the ruthless and enigmatic young Mafia king. Swearing to avenge her mother's death, Rachel plots to ruin Richard's life by any means necessary. But fate has a wicked sense of humor when Rachel finds herself appointed as Richard's personal secretary. As she weaves her way into his inner circle, Rachel is faced with a twisted turn of events when Richard, unexpectedly, proposes marriage to her. Seizing the opportunity, Rachel agrees to become his wife, all the while relishing the thought of using this newfound power to exact her revenge. Little does Rachel know, that Richard holds his own hidden agenda, carefully concealed from her vengeful eyes.”