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On the run

On the run

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing16m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Dec 5, 2022
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Fiction
Mystery
Amara has a troubled past that always seems to follow her every time. until her parents sold her to there friend's son for an arrange marriage. that was until Amara runaway , and bumped into the world's biggest mafia leader. can he save her before its to late.
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From a quiet life in Luxembourg to the deadly underworld of Italy's mafia... Amara's world is about to unravel. When her mother, Hazel, marries the infamous Aless D'Alessandro-a man with blood on his hands and power beyond imagination-Amara is thrust into a dangerous world where secrets are currency, and trust is a weapon. Aless, a ruthless mafia leader, hides more than just his past. Will Amara uncover the truth about her new stepfather? Did Hazel know about his criminal empire all along? And when the truth surfaces, will Amara be able to accept her fate? But the D'Alessandro sons aren't so easily won over. "Stop this marriage," Zorno demands, his fists clenched.Andrea stands firm beside him, silent but supportive. Angelo leans back, a wicked grin on his face. "Chill, Amara. Life with us is going to be 'HELL' , but you'll survive... maybe." Zefrico, quiet as ever, simply mutters, "Don't worry too much. They are being assholes as always" Caught in the dangerous web of family feuds and secrets, Amara also finds herself drawn to Ruzlan Marchetti-a man she knows she shouldn't fall for. From the moment she laid eyes on him, Amara was captivated by his silent strength, his piercing gaze, the way his muscles rippled under his shirt. But Ruzlan wasn't like anyone she'd ever met. "Stay away from me," he warned, though his eyes lingered on her. "I can handle it," she whispered, stepping closer. But Ruzlan was terrified of falling. "I'll only get you hurt." "What do you want?" My voice was cold, my gun already pressing against her abdomen. "You." The word came out soft, a mere brush of her lips against my neck. She smiled, unfazed, leaning in closer, her hands are at my chin, a pistol in her grip, the barrel pointing squarely at me. A tale of hidden identities, ruthless power, and the fine line between love and destruction. Will Amara survive the truth that's about to consume her?

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