Traitor Heart

Traitor Heart

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Sabi nila hindi mo matuturuan at di mo kayang pigilan ang puso, siguro nga totoo, kahit na alam mo yung tama at ikabubuti mo pero sumugal ka parin kase MAHAL mo e. Yun yung tinitibok ng puso mo kahit na alam mo na masasaktan ka ipinag patuloy mo pa din. Pero ganun naman talaga yung pag mamahal, di mo mapipigilang masaktan kase kakambal na ng pagmamahal ang masaktan. Di ka MASASAKTAN kung di ka NAGMAMAHAL. Love is what makes us accept what we cannot fully understand. SOFIA BEATRIX VILLACORTA ~ Behind every bad bitch is a sweet girl who got tired of everyone's bullshit!! "I MAY BE A BAD GIRL, BUT I'M A DAMN GOOD WOMEN" ~ sofia beatrix note: this is the first time na gagawa ako ng story and I hope na sana bigyan nyo na lang ako ng advice kesa ijudge nyoko :-) On-going
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Book 1 of Ruthless Series A Dark Mafia Romance... Serena Alfero In world of Mafia you don't live, You survive. I survived but I wish I didn't. I knew it. The moment my eyes met his, I fucking knew he, The most feared Mafia Boss, wasn't in our territory as ally. He was here for blood. Blood of My Boss ,aka, My Uncle. The one family member I have. He is the one who made me into the person I am now. I won't let him touch a single hair of my family. The way his eyes bore into my soul makes me think that he knows. He knows the things I buried deep down. My past. It is blur which I am still trying to figure out. He is the definition of danger. A type of danger you won't ever imagine. Like a beautiful flower which has smell only to poison and kill people... Nixon Casanova Call me a monster for killing my dad and my brother. Call me a idiot for never hiding like a coward which my dad was. Call me a pervert for not being able to take my eyes off my enemy's niece. Call me devil for my plan to paint the whole city with blood. She knew. She knew that I was the Satan in disguise. Ready to skin people alive. Drink their blood and throw their corpse to my dogs. The way her mind calculated behind that pretty face had me thinking twice. Her silence and the soulless eyes staring into mine. Her eyes stared at me as if I was a mathematical problem while I stared her as she was a puzzle with a missing piece. The game has just begun, Isn't it? Let's break the fucking hell...

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