Park Jimin sofreu uma perda trágica e inesperada: a morte de seu irmão...
Consumido pela sede de vingança, ele passou anos planejando como vingar o amado irmão, tornando essa busca sua única razão de existir, no entanto, o destino reserva surpresas inesperadas.
Quando Jimin conhece Jeon Jungkook, sua vida toma um rumo imprevisível, o que era para ser um plano de vingança se transforma em um turbilhão de emoções. Jungkook, com sua personalidade cativante, desperta sentimentos que Jimin jamais imaginou sentir, mas o destino reserva surpresas para esses dois jovens apaixonados.
A trama se desenrola em uma teia de mistérios, segredos e revelações devastadoras.
A verdade pode ser libertadora, mas também pode ser cruel. Jimin, com um passado sombrio, precisa enfrentar seus demônios internos, o amor entre ele e Jungkook será motriz ou os destruirá ?
"Maré Viva " é uma história sobre superação, amor, amizade, confiança e, acima de tudo, o poder da verdade.
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18 anos.
Não aceito nenhum tipo de adaptação.
PLÁGIO É CRIME.
1# jikook #Taeyoonseok #Namjin.
When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love?
Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli.
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"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound."
"No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look.
"Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help."
"No."
I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please."
Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him.
"No-"
"Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!"
"Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..."
I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined.
"Fuck it."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.
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WARNING!
Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.