Spy/assassin with her love, the mafia
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Complete, First published Aug 30, 2017
Don't bother reading this is just a test run
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Lora Tore Roy(ms.l.t.r.) is the sole heiress to the billionaire, Mr Javen Harvey Roy(mr.J.h.r.) and billionaire, Miss Valery Haruhi Mori- maiden name (ms.v.h.m/mrs.v.h.r.).She was sent to learn spying and assassinating at the age of like what 4 or 5. Going back home to the main mansion, she is to take over the companies. 
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Now meet the 'mafia ring leader',  Mevan Davison Otori(mr.m.d.o) loner everywhere he goes. Nah he's just way too scary, everyone's fears him. His mafia gang members are also scared of him just that they are all relatives.  
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Lora and Mevan are arranged to be married. They fall in love.
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Very cliché 
Sorry this is the first time I'm writing so I would appreciate comments to help me in my spelling and grammar!! Thank you!
Oh by the way she's multilingual but she just knows little of each language so yea
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