Unmerited or Untainted

Unmerited or Untainted

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Aiyla Noor Khan married the love of her life. She was madly in love with her husband. Her life had not been easy, however when she met Omed she had thought maybe this was the turning point, until she realised what she perceived her marriage to be was all wrong. Enzo Giovanni inherited the Mafia leader title after his brother's death. Italian born, tall dark and handsome. His demeanour towards women couldn't of been any worse. He didn't have the same attitude as most men. He did not care for women or show any respect to them if they did not hold any importance in his life. Aiyla had felt an unmerited soul, she felt she was not good enough for anyone or anything. Enzo could get everything he wanted with a snap of a finger until his path met with Aiyla's. Was this going to be the end of Aiyla or a new beginning...
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The Saint

"Dance with me." I looked at Giovanni and his blue eyes stared at me with amazement and compassion. Something no other man ever did before. "I have not danced in a long time Isabel." He smirked as he laid back on the couch and stared at me. My favorite song was playing, and I could not help but to pull him up as I begged. "Please?" That soft plead made him weak. Nothing ever made him weak. He never danced before. This tall, buff, muscular man danced with me and held my tiny self against his strong frame as if I was everything in the world to him. He danced...... Or he tried to dance for me. I giggled as I ran my fingers through his hair as he looked nervous. "Isabel. I must tell you something." He whispered against my lips. Giovanni Fiorelli Mafia Lord. Cold. Ruthless. Deadly. Unwilling to care or love. When a meeting has gone bad, Giovanni thought that he would die in the freezing cold river. Isabel Cielo. Sweet. Kind. Selfless. Beautiful inside and out. Able to love No matter what condition. Never would he have thought that in a world full of demons and monsters, he would meet....... A Saint.

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