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Laila è una ragazza diciannovenne americana di New York figlia di un cardiologo famoso e di un'attrice di grande fama , con 4 fratelli maggiori iperprotettivi e genitori ricchissimi la sua vita agli occhi degli altri sembra una favola ma in realtà Laila dietro quel suo sorriso splendente e lo sguardo luminoso nasconde una grande ferita che dopo anni non si è ancora rimarginata e che continua a fare male ma che comincerà a rimarginarsi quando incontrerà nei corridori dell'università di Washington gli occhi scuri di Tom Edson allegro ragazzo che, come lei, si è allontanato dalla sua città per dimenticare il passato...
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❝𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏❞ He is king. King of the Italian mafia and a cold successful business man . He has everything you could ever wish for and more. Money, power and looks. He could have anything he could ever dream.... What more could he possibly need? She is an assassin, trained from a young age to kill without mercy and used by the rich to take care of their enemies. What happens when the king he decides he needs one more thing in his life? Something that money and power couldn't buy? Her What happens when the princess gets made his queen? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Emiliano Vincenzo Giorgio King, 24 years old, mafia leader, CEO and model. Multi-billionaire. I couldn't afford to offend him. His eyes roamed me for a few seconds. Taking in my every curve, causing him to smirk maliciously as soon as our eyes met. "get on your knees, puttana." he demanded, his voice smooth and heavy. This immediately spiked my anger. I was no whore. I glared up at him meeting his eyes as I stood my ground. "Why don't you get on yours, cagna?" = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Started: 11/19 Finished: 04/20

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