The Mafia King's Surrogate Wife

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d in tears. She went out and told

as almost sure he didn't buy her lie. But subsequently to he

are watching me through the peephole and I also know you lied to my driver. If you want me to behave with yo

She knew the sort of asshole he can be. Better not meddl

ace, Nikolas pushed he

You can't walk into my hou

en. He would drive her up the wall to counter his decision. But that was a choice for another day. In the present he needs to deal

" He pushed aside the curtains in search of Juliet in case she was hidi

n me. I know the sort of a brat Juliet can be. Tell her to be in my office tomorrow sharp by nine. O

once she is at home." Her voice was weak, not more than a

the reply I exp

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"I am sorry Savannah." Juliet felt the guilt of subjecting her friend to the monsterity of the mob boss.

he visited my house. You can only deal with tact. A

, hands tucked underneath her thighs, crossing and uncrossing her fee

ew feet away looking ahead with a revolver tucked to his waist band. He was probably a bodyguard. She wondered how much

conscience had been acute at the sight of one man. He stood slightly apart

him as built like a brick outhouse, and she stifled a gulp. Seriously? What the he

her, Juliet would have taught this guy a good lesson for messing with her at the wrong time. She was not goi

cleft chin. His lips were sinful looking, full and heart shaped. Not the sort of lips a man should have. A Greek God encased in a suit; it didn't get any better in her f

n who had destroyed her life and broken her engagement with the guy she l

ly what she was there for. No one in their right mind would want to ex

r neck stand to attention. Her mind lost control. She remembers raisin

ng orders to his men. The way his hands moved and eyes lock

en to her, and from the moment her eyes had fallen into his e