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Sahir: Not a fairytale | The mafias pregnant wife by deewani2
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"You thought the wolves outside were dangerous, Sakshi? They are nothing compared to what lives in this house." Saakshi ran into the dark to escape a predator and tripped straight into the arms of the devil himself. She didn't know who Mahir Qureshi was when she let him shield her. She didn't know whose bed she was in when she made the biggest mistake of her life. Terrified of the gunshots and the haze of that penthouse night, she fled before sunrise, praying to never cross his path again. Three months later, she thinks she has rebuilt her life at a new company. Until the glass doors slide open and the Chairman of Qureshi Enterprises walks into her department. He doesn't recognize her pale, shaking form. To his stone-cold eyes, her trembling energy is just incompetence-and Mahir Qureshi tolerates no weakness. He cuts her salary, watches her patterns, and pushes her to the brink, completely unaware that her declining performance is due to the seventeen weeks she has spent quietly carrying his child. He takes her in purely to secure what is his, leaving her to endure a cold mansion and a judgmental family. Saakshi is perfectly safe from the man who chased her in the rain... but who is going to save her from the father of her child? πŸ–€ MAFIA WORKPLACE ROMANCE | SECRET PREGNANCY | FORCED PROXIMITY πŸ–€ A story about survival, emotional trauma, and a slow burn that will make your heart ache.
π‡πžπ« π„π§π­π’πœπ’π§π  𝐍𝐒𝐠𝐑𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞|πŸπŸ–+ (Duet 2)  by evaaaroyy
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It's a sequel to "His Ruthless Possession". NOT A STANDALONE! (The first book is available on Inkitt) paperback soon
A Touch of Sin |18+| by onlyshannon
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After spending a night together, Alani never expected to see Valerio again. That is, until three months later when their paths meet once more. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 π’˜π’†π’•, π‘¨π’π’‚π’π’Š," 𝒉𝒆 π’”π’‚π’Šπ’… π’”π’π’‡π’•π’π’š, π’π’Šπ’‘π’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 π’Šπ’π’•π’ π’Žπ’š π’π’†π’„π’Œ. π‘½π’‚π’π’†π’“π’Šπ’ π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’•π’π’–π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’†, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 π’˜π’‚π’”. π‘―π’Šπ’” π’‡π’Šπ’π’ˆπ’†π’“ π’”π’π’Šπ’‘π’‘π’†π’… 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 π’Žπ’š π’„π’π’Šπ’•, π’‡π’Šπ’π’…π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’š 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 π’˜π’‰π’†π’“π’† 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 π’Žπ’š 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 π’…π’π’˜π’, π’”π’†π’†π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‰π’Šπ’” 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’…π’Šπ’”π’‚π’‘π’‘π’†π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Šπ’π’•π’ π’Žπ’š π’π’‚π’„π’š π’–π’π’…π’†π’“π’˜π’†π’‚π’“. 𝑰 π’”π’Žπ’Šπ’“π’Œπ’†π’… - 𝑰 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’†π’… π’‰π’π’˜ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’π’π’π’Œπ’†π’….