Mafia's Wife

Mafia's Wife

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 10, 2024
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Jennie Kim, eighteen years old, was forced to sign a marriage contract at the age of sixteen to Lalisa Manoban, a.k.a Blade, the person she feared, by her grandfather. After signing the contract, she runs away from home. Blade, a heartless Mafia Boss, killed and tortured anyone who crossed her path without mercy. Her face was always cold and void of emotion, but everything changed when a high school student saved her on the verge of death. She felt something she had never felt before, she felt her heart skip a beat, and her face won't leave her mind. Her eyes, lips, smile, and voice sound like a singing angel, pulling her out from the darkness. And she wants all those feeling, and she can only have them if she has her. She wants Jennie Kim, and she'll do everything to have her, but how could she do that when just a mention of her name scared her? Her men feared blade, but no one knew what she looked like except those close to her. She always had a mask on every time she faced her men. Everyone thought that Blade was an ugly, scary woman hiding behind her mask.
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Lisa Manoban was chaos in fishnets and leather. A baby doll in combat boots, tattoo machine in one hand and a teasing smile in the other. She flirted like it was second nature, left hearts behind like ink stains, and never looked back. Her tattoos were bold, her laugh louder, and commitment? Please. That word didn't exist in her vocabulary. She was cool without trying, fashionable without effort, and charming in the most dangerous way - the kind that made people believe they were special... until she got bored. And then there was Jennie Kim. A pretty doctor with eyes that saw too much and lips that rarely gave anything away. Calm. Controlled. Clean. She moved like time didn't touch her - silk blouses, quiet footsteps, unreadable glances. In her white coat, she was a picture of restraint. In silence, she felt everything. They were opposites in every sense. One left marks. The other healed them. And neither knew that love would find them - exactly where it hurts most.

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