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HEY READERS!!!!
This story revolves around a Italian Mafia and a sweet kind Indian Girl
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Why did you bring me here? Who the hell are you, you green-eyed monster?!"
A street-smart 19-year-old girl shouted angrily, trying to break free.
As their eyes met-his green and devilish, hers fiery and fierce-the rage in her melted away.
He stepped closer and said, voice smooth like velvet, "My little kitten, you belong to me. The world doesn't know it yet, but you're the Queen of Rosz. You are just mine."
Her heartbeat quickened. Her mind screamed to resist, but her body betrayed her. There was something dangerously intoxicating about him.
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"Love, may I ask you something?" Aadhya whispered, resting her head on his bare chest.
They were wrapped in a silk sheet on the velvet couch of his castle room, the moonlight slipping through the stained-glass window.
"Yes, my Queen. You don't have to ask-just demand."
Lovenzo said lovingly, running his fingers through her hair, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
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