She's 20, maybe a bit naive or just curious, and somehow ends up caught in the web of a mafia king-like real power, dark secrets, danger everywhere. She's not falling for him, nooope. But he? Man's a whole mafia king with a daughter-and still ends up head over heels for her. The twist? She wants nothing to do with him romantically. Maybe she's scared of him, maybe she hates men like him, or maybe she just doesn't care. Now imagine the drama: She's stuck in his world-maybe as a mistaken identity, maybe as a debt collateral, maybe she saw something she shouldn't have. He's trying to win her over in his own dangerous, twisted way... while also being a father. ☆ 𝘪𝘧 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 ☆ 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀 ╰ᐧᐧᐧᐧ➤☆ Age gap ☆ Grumpyxsunshine ☆ love trope ☆ Enemies to lovers ☆ Arrange marriage ☆ Desixvideshi ☆ Bikerxbookgirl

""Zayden, stop! If someone catches us, we're dead!" I hissed, trying to push him away.He chuckled, completely unfazed. "Sweetheart, no one's going to catch us. Relax."I glared at him. "You almost killed Davian just because he touched my waist. What is wrong with you?"He shrugged. "Who told you to let that idiot touch you? And by the way, if Ms. Hayden calls you up, just say you're too... occupied to answer."I groaned. "Occupied? I can't go up there with you inside me! What the hell, Zayden?"He grinned, leaning in closer. "Next time, don't make me jealous, and you won't have this problem. But fine, I'll leave... for now." But, of course, before I even made it to the hall, he grabbed me again-this time pulling me into the girls' bathroom."You said you were leaving!" I whisper-yelled, feeling my face heat up. "I never said for how long," he murmured, pressing me against the door. His hand was already on my chest, his fingers moving like he owned me. "Zayden, seriously, this is the girls' bathroom. People will talk!"He smirked. "Let them talk. They should know who you belong to." I rolled my eyes. "You're insane. This is harassment." "Oh, this is harassment?" His hand slid lower, fingers teasing me through my panties. "Then what's this?"I gasped as he pulled his fingers back, smirking when he noticed how wet I was. "Well, look at that. All worked up for me, huh?" Before I could reply, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. "Mmm, sweet, right?"I yanked my head away. "Ugh, you're disgusting."He grinned wickedly. "And you love it."