To Become A Prince

To Become A Prince

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"What's going on here?" She asks, a hard edge to her tone. Dante attempts a nonchalant smile, but it is Alejandro she directs her gaze to. "Just having a chat with your . . . friend." "I see." "Save me a dance," Alejandro says, leaning against the table as he eyes her up. "We can do a lot more than just dance," she whispers, pressing her hand purposely into his back. Alejandro freezes, feeling her left hand travel up his side until her fingers spread out over the back of his neck. "Still want to dance with me?" She whispers into his ear. Her right hand presses down further, and Alejandro can only stay frozen in place as the sharp knife digs threateningly into his back. He glares at Dante, who is standing only a few feet away, unaware of what is happening right in front of him. "Spread the word," she orders, her breathy voice turning stony. Irina takes a step back, giving him a full view of the dangerous look on her face. "Nobody touches what is mine." *** The most desirable Irina Reznikov may just be in love, and that alone is far too dangerous for her world. When the man your heart bleeds for betrays your trust, do you wish him death or take ownership of his soul? Irina cannot bring herself to let the fatal bullet hit its target, so instead of ending the blue-eyed boy's life, she takes him away from the world, hiding him in the many rooms of the Russian manor. Dante is pulled from his life of loneliness and thrust into the world of blood and bullets. He learns of a side of the Russian spitfire that he never thought imaginable. Even if she wants to, she can never let him leave; he simply knows too much. He belongs to her now, and he must live with this fact. *** Copyright © 2020 Bookworm_dummy All rights reserved by the owner and creator of this work, Bookworm_dummy. Any unauthorized copying, broadcasting, manipulating, distribution, or selling of this work constitutes an infringement of copyright and is punishable by law.
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When Nessa joins a covert mafia unit led by a cold, ruthless boss, more monster than man, she steps into a world where trust is earned in blood and secrets run deeper than loyalty. The team operates in the shadows of Russia's most dangerous criminal networks. At the center is a man stripped of emotion, feared by enemies and allies alike. And Nessa, a woman who's spent her life pushing people away, trusting no one, is suddenly supposed to trust him with her life. They were forced into a world built on violence and deception, to find something neither of them ever dared to dream of. A slow-burn romance set in the heart of darkness. ************************************ Sneak peek: The moment he took off the blindfold, she didn't wait to see who it was. She pushed him away with all the strength she had left, kicking, struggling, fighting to stay alive. He grabbed both her wrists, holding them firmly, then she heard his voice, low and close. The Boss: "It's me, Nessa..." It was the first time he'd ever said her name. She froze, looked around the room, bodies everywhere, blood soaking the floor. And then she saw him right in front of her. "He came." She didn't even notice her own blood, the bruises, the pain. Nessa: "You came? Are you out of your mind? You were shot a day ago! I came here for you! And you dare show up like this, with a wo" Before she could finish, he pulled her into his chest. No words. Her eyes widened, and her tears fell. The Boss: "It's okay... You're safe." © 2025 Sara Habboubi. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied, reproduced, distributed, or used in any form without the author's prior written consent.

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