The King Maker's Bride

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even tried to trap the other men in her office. She is a menace boss," the man said, he sounded honestly irritated, Adrian smiled and walked towards her. "Brownie," he muttered as he moved closer to her. He didn't know her name and her hair was too brown and shinie not to notice, plus, he knew it would upset her if her father's claims were correct. "Won't you say hi to me?" Adrian asked her, as he stood next to her, staring down at her. From his shoes, Emilia could already tell that she hated him. There was no other way to explain it but she hated the man. His voice had venom and even though she was curious to see who it was, she didn't want to give 'the kingmaker' the pleasure of seeing her cry. She cleared her eyes and stood up. She expected an ass faced person, a bearded italian, an old aging smelly face mongrel but she looked into the face of an Angel, a young man. At least what she imagined an Angel would look like. He was tall and lean, with a thick mass of blonde hair, her perverted mind thought of running her hands through it, the first sign that Emilia was unhinged was the fact that she was lusting over a gang leader, an empire leader that just had her captured. His eyes were an icy blue that looked like they could see through her, his face was angelic, if she hadn't seen how grown men had behaved when his name was mentioned she won't believe he was capable of any harm, he was heavenly handsome but she was going to join the queue of Adrian hater. His eyes were brooding and on her. She was an interestingly pretty, he didn't imagine Carillo could form a woman so beautiful. He enjoyed fine things and she was fiercely beautiful. "Why the hell am I here you ass hole?" She asked him, her fangs and irritation surfacing. "What do you want from me?" "Your father told me you had spirit, he didn't tell me you were beautiful." He muttered and reached out to touch her hair and she slapped it away. The men were bothered, she was being a nuisance and although he didn't beat women, he called other women to do that. "What do you know about my father? I don't even know you," she whispered and he smiled, looking more human. His celestial face melted and Emilia had to tame her hungry soul. Was she psychotic? "Yeah, finally we get to that part of the conversation. You're a smart woman, Brownie. Use that brain to listen, or else I'll lock you downstairs In the dungeon so you cool off," "Did you