Secret wife of Devil

Secret wife of Devil

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Aria was a beautiful blonde with a petite figure. She just completed her secondary education and was about to get admitted to her university but something unfortunate happened. Someone kidnapped her who turns out to be a man she dated once. Aria tried to question him why he kidnapped her but that man slapped contract marriage papers on her face. Helpless Aria had no choice other than sign the contract marriage. After she signed the contract, that man introduced himself as Mafia Boss Felix Floyen of Floyen House. World's wealthiest and scariest Mafia Boss who was known for his merciless killer personality. Later on Aria started harboring feelings for Felix. She fell in love with him. When everything was going fine, Felix Floyen's dad Adrian Floyen kidnapped Aria. He wanted to meet his daughter-in-law but his son Felix never thought of it. It turns out Felix Floyen is the step uncle of Aria. She's the illegitimate granddaughter of Adrian Floyen. How will their relationship turn on from here? Note: No incest, no rape.
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College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

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