A Dark Themed Mafia Romance Clementine An English teacher is a thief, she stole one hundred thousand dollars from Nikolia Ivanov and now she wants something and that's not money...She wants her to her little plaything. : : "Bishop and Omir. They are like brothers; they would never take from me." As she leaned on the sofa, her legs extended, demonstrating how massive she was and how much she was going to fuck me up with that pistol, which she carried like a toy in her hands. "You are the only person in this town who is stupid enough to steal from me." "Wait! Wait!" Wait!" I panicked, clutching her hard-stone arm. "Just what are you going to do to me?" "I'm going to fuck you for my money." She inhaled deeply and quietly. It then flows out her nose and hits my face; by this point, my heart was pounding, and I was relieved to know she was still with me. If I live, I will never consume fatty foods.

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DEEWANYAAT Fear It. Crave It. In a world ruled by power and silence, two destinies collide. She is control carved in ice. She is innocence wrapped in scars. One owns the shadows. One survives them. This is not gentle love. This is obsession. And when obsession chooses you... it doesn't let go. --- Deewanyaat isn't soft love. It's the kind that marks you.

"Do you ever think about it?" she asked suddenly. "Think about what?" "Us. The way things ended."

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**The Mechanical Wedding** "They say silence is golden. In this house, silence is a weapon." To the world, it was the wedding of the century-a strategic alliance to save two empires. But behind the heavy oak doors of the Kwong penthouse, there is no celebration. There is only a girl who was sold and a woman who holds the receipt. Lingling Kwong is a master of the game. She moves people like chess pieces and keeps her heart under lock and key. She didn't want a wife; she wanted an asset. But the asset has a name-Orm Kornaphat-and a gaze that starts to thaw the ice Lingling has spent twenty-eight years building. The Mystery Lies Beneath: The Signature: The Shadow: The Price: As the truth begins to leak like poison through the floorboards, Orm realizes that she isn't just married to a stranger-she's trapped in a maze. And Lingling? She is either the architect of the maze... or the one desperately trying to find the exit before it burns them both alive. Two families. One secret. Zero survivors. "I didn't buy you to own you, Orm. I bought you so no one else could."

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)