The Mafialord's Butterfly

The Mafialord's Butterfly

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Losing your wife and child in one night is never easy, especially if you lose them when they're still alive Aryan Rathore returns from a mission, ready to reuinite with his pregnant wife, only to find out that his wife has lost her memory and their unborn child in an accident. Faced with a brother-in-law that blames Aryan for her accident, he is forced to leave his love for years. 6 years later, Aryan has grown tired of waiting. Frustration paired with the discovery of shocking secrets urges Aryan to manipulate his ex-wife into coming back to him. But can a spark that's been dead for half a decade be rekindled? ___________________ Thanks to @laurellwrites for the beautiful cover! Warning: deals with mature themes, and instances. Viewer discretion is advised Contains Dark romance, read only if comfortable
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