The Art of Torture

The Art of Torture

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Romance
Is it a sin to find beauty in darkness? Is it a sin to kiss him..kiss the devil? Indeed, he was the devil in disguise. Odin Cadell a 22-year-old fashion designer crosses paths with Madeline Valentin who will soon be the key to Odin's past where he unveils the hidden truths of his father while he keeps her hostage to pay for the mistakes her stepfather has caused. However, will Odin be cautious about his feelings towards her and be able to resist the aching tension between him and Madeline or will he fall for her scheme? This story does NOT intend to romanticize kidnapping. Odin is a character who expresses his feelings aggressively, this is a warning!!
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