𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄
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  • Reads 606
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  • Parts 19
Ongoing, First published Feb 27, 2024
Mature
2 new parts
« C'est parce que nous sommes les meilleurs qu'on nous considère comme les souverains du monde criminel. »


« 𝐸𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎̀ 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑢𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑑𝑒́𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑡. »

Le châtiment, la haine et le respect sont ce que 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗮 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲 inspire, cheffe d'une mafia destructrice, elle n'hésitera pas à vous tuer pour arriver à ses fins. 

Elle tue ceux qui maltraitent et rabaissent les autres, exerçant une justice dont elle n'a jamais eu le droit.


« 𝐼𝑙 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑡𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒́𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑢̂. »

La colère, la peur et la vengeance sont ce à quoi 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗶̈ 𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗶𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘃 aspire. Mercenaire aguerri, il est prêt à tout pour atteindre sa cible. 

Un conseil, ne cherchez jamais à découvrir le visage sous son masque, on raconte que c'est la dernière chose que vous verrez avant de mourir.


« 𝐼𝑙𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑢 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑡 𝑅𝑜𝑖. »

Deux prodiges destinés à régner, deux ennemis prêts à tout pour se tuer.

Entre manipulation, vengeance et destruction, tous les coups sont permis. Même les plus immoraux et sordides.
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After being involved with a cold-hearted mafia boss, Robyn Lehman decides its time to run. Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire. Will he find her again? Or will she stay hidden forever? =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= He got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and not taking a glance at me. I lay in the sheets, still dazed by what we had just done. "Get up." He barks, making me jump a bit. I was confused beyond belief. Just moments ago he was making love to me... I did as he said, wrapping the loose sheet around my body, he continued to glare as I did so, and I made my way to his side of the bed. He held out a hand, an angry look on his face. "Don't. Just go. This was a mistake, and it won't happen again." He mutters coldly. I feel my face heating up and my eyes welling with tears. "Oh.." I stare at him, my emotions beginning to be hard to keep in. He laughs, shaking his head. "You thought I cared?" He let out a loud chuckle. "You mean nothing to me. Now go to your room, I don't want to see you in here again."