My Antihero

My Antihero

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Ariel Winters has everything she can dream of. Loyal friends, lovely and supportive parents and every material thing a girl needs. No she's not spoiled. Ariel is grateful and lives her life like it was her last day on earth. Helping people is in her daily routine. And one day she wants to meet her hero... Her perfect match. And then there is Daniel Navaro. The Antihero. Cruel, dark and handsome. Being the Mafia boss or better known as the "Leader of the underworld" ,made his heart stone cold... A ruthless murderer. One special day he saw Ariel... A person filled with love, happiness and innocence. Everything he isn't. And of course he had to have her. At any cost. She was his. Ariel didn't get the hero she wished for. She got the exact opposite. Someone that will drag her into the dangerous world... An Antihero. But there is a little twist... What happens when another gang leader has also set his eyes on Ariel?
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I thought I knew what pain was. I was wrong. But at least, I got something good out of it- a person who protected me above all else. Daniel Nicholas Castello, a charming but brooding billionaire who hated me before he even knew me. He saved me from the world and so I mistook him for a hero. He wasn't a hero, though. He was the devil. And I fell for him. - "I have given you the freedom to do a lot of things, sweetheart, slapping me is not one of them," Daniel growls at me. "Let go of my hand." "No." Both of us glare at each other in silence- neither willing to back down first. I should be the one to back down first because I started our fight, I provoked him and as sorry as I feel for that, I did not deserve what he called me. Daniel's eyes shift to my lips for less than a second but its enough to change something between us. It's enough for all the anger between us to be replaced by lust. "Let go of my hand," I repeat, breathlessly, but this time my voice is different- quieter and unconvincing. He looks into my eyes again, leans in and brushes my lips with his. "No." -

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