His Little Angel Nora

His Little Angel Nora

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Nora lives a hard life, but doesn't know that the way she's being treated by her father is not normal. She doesn't understand what it means to be loved and taken care of until she meets Lorenzo who slowly shows her these things. But what is it about Nora that draws him in and why does it make him feel uneasy? Where do the scars and bruises on her skin come from and why is she so scared of him? Will Lorenzo be able to break down her walls and get her to trust? Can Lorenzo save her from the demons in her life? (I'm so bad at story descriptions but if you love an innocent girl harmed by the world and doesn't know what it is to be loved x overprotective mafia man who takes an interest in her shy and scared outlook, then this is the story for you)
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I felt him before I saw him. The air shifted, heavy and electric, and then he was there - filling the doorway of my shop like he owned it. Like he owned me. His eyes dragged over me slowly, deliberately, until my skin burned. I told myself to look away, to breathe, to move - but my body betrayed me. Lucien stepped closer, the scent of smoke and danger clinging to him. He reached out, brushing a single petal from my shoulder, his fingers grazing my skin as if testing how easily I'd break. "You hide behind flowers," he murmured, voice low enough to curl around my spine. "But I see the truth. You're trembling for me." My lips parted, but no words came. My pulse thundered, my knees weak, and still I couldn't step back. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "You don't know it yet, Dahlia," he whispered, "but you're already mine." Dahlia Hart lives a quiet life running her late father's flower shop a haven of color and calm in a world she keeps at arm's length. But one night changes everything. She witnesses a brutal crime, and in doing so, catches the attention of a man who doesn't tolerate witnesses. A man who doesn't let go. Lucien Moretti is cold, dominant, and untouchable a man who built his empire on control, fear, and precision. When he learns that the only person who saw what happened is the daughter of a man who once betrayed him, his interest turns personal. Dahlia is no longer just a threat. She's a loose end. A legacy. A possession waiting to be claimed. But Dahlia isn't as fragile as she seems. And Lucien, for all his cruelty, finds himself drawn to her innocence in ways he didn't expect. What begins as a hunt becomes something darker an obsession. One that blurs the line between protection and possession, desire and domination. This is my first book I hope you like it 🤗

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