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From her diary to her heart by burntpapers
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#8 in Romance (September 13 2016) COMPLETED Expectations are something which truly mock you in the face. When you expect more you get less. Tiffany Devon was an orphaned girl who by a fate of chance happened to be adopted by the great influential family of Devon. An independent graduate who was looking forward to live freely. However there was something else planned. A favor asked by her rich foster father put her into a spot. An arranged marriage. Bounded by the conditions that could ruin the Devon family if not followed. She had to sell her heart to repay the kindness bestowed by the Devons. Could she? And who was her heart sold too? Zylen Marc. The notorious talented business man heir to the Marcs Company who known to have methods to reduce people to ashes. A tall devishly handsome man whose looks could hypnotize and scare both men and women. Feelings were not known to him and pride was his language. A battle would thoroughly engage with many parties participating. Who would win? Read on to find out.
Doctor for the Mafia [original] by aTouchOfRomance
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~This is the original version of the story. Check out "The Mafia's Doctor" for the edited version. --- Kimberly Stratus was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in America. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility of the 'walking patient' incident. On her search for a new job, Kimberly runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "You can still be." He said, running his fingers through his dark hair, "Look, you can work for us and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards, my face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he gently tucked my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled on my exposed skin as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."