Married To A Mafia Boss

Married To A Mafia Boss

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sun, Sep 23, 20181h 35m
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A girl named Park Jiara was forced to marry a mafia boss. At first their relationship was cold. She, who felt imprisoned grew hatred to the guy she was forced to marry to. He, who hid her from her own brother fell for her and was willing to do anything for her. Will she fall inlove with him? or will she continue to hate him until she dies? (This is an UNEDITED story and i apologize for the errors and wrong grammars. If you can, please do ignore the author's note)
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He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

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