The Mafioso's Corpse Bride
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Althea Theodora Corazon-the living corpse bride. No one would believe it if a person says he saw the dead come back to life unless you are Israel Sibal, a ruthless mafiaso who no one should ever deny nor question.
One day, he came home with his entire outfit covered in blood and dirt while carrying a lifeless person in his arms; a woman dressed in a seemingly off-white wedding gown.
In spite of blood staining the woman's porcelain skin, the epitome of beauty never failed to grace her with an abyss-like feature-one that cannot deny her undead beauty and aroma.
As the lifeless body dolled in a beautiful black lingerie woke up into reality, she found herself trapped in a rose cage full of thorns and misery.
Could the lovely corpse bride ever escape the grace of the beast?
There's only one thing she knows; she's his-his other half-his one and only bride.
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