The Witness
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  • Reads 5,798
  • Votes 114
  • Parts 38
  • Time 3h 12m
Ongoing, First published Jun 24, 2023
In the bustling suburban town of Meadowbrook there lived a Highschool student named Blaire. Her life took an unexpected and terrifying turn when she became an unwilling witness to a heinous murder

📝:  I want to clarify that Kosta Kecmanović, mentioned in the story, is a real person. I am aware of his actions, which I do not support. This story is merely inspired by him; all elements within the story are purely fictional.

⚠️: This story contains mentions of murder, guns, heavy cursing grammatical errors, and some chapters that do not follow the correct numbering sequence. You may encounter difficulties in identifying the correct chapter numbers, so please read attentively.
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The Mafia Boss and the Billionaire. After the murder of her parents, Blisse Neves searches the world for the ones responsible, all while keeping the world's top mafia boss control. While on her mission, Blisse stumbles across Konstantin Volkov, the world's youngest Russian billionaire, in need of her help. In order to get the help they both need, a deal is made: Blisse and her mafia will get rid of Konstantin's enemies in exchange for Konstantin to look for the murderer of her parents. As partnership turns to steamy affairs full of lust and temptation, Blisse and Konstantin battle their lives for complete control, but what they don't realize is the conflicts they'll have along the way. The only way it can end is in a disaster. ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ Blisse thought over what he said for a minute, before standing up and walking over to his desk. "I'll accept your deal, Mr. Volkov," she declared, "on one condition." She walked over to his sitting figure, bending down to place both of her hands on the arms of his chair, trapping him in between her arms and her gaze. "I'll send some of my men for you once you spread open your legs." "Is that a suggestion, Ms. Neves?" he asked. Blisse smirked and leaned down further to gently whisper in his ear. "No, that's a command. Now spread them." ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕