Negotiating Alessandra

Negotiating Alessandra

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This book contains mature content: sexual themes and violence. Alessandra is a business woman, not the typical business though... She runs a series of companies, not all of it is legal - well not entirely either. Alessandra lost everything to one man. After planning her revenge precisely she knows what she has to do. Take her vengeance. But only one thing is in her way and it's ...Him. The price that Alessandra will pay for loving him will cost her significantly. His past and present will be their rise or downfall. Many things will come between them, but only one can determine their downfall. What will happen to her plan? Only time will tell, what she will choose.
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