jungkook's eyes welled up with tears as he gazed up at the person before him, his voice trembling. "P-Princess ... I found you. I've finally found you." His eyes ones cold and ruthless, softened with desperation.
But the little one stood unmoved, their faces a mask of contempt. "I Hate you!" Tae yelled, the words piercing jungkook's fragile calm.
jungkook's eyes darkened, the vulnerability Vanished in an instant. The devil within him stirred, awakened by Tae's rejection. His jaw clenched, and his voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "You hate me, princess?"
jungkook, a notorious serial killer, abducted 15-Year-old little space Taehyung, a neglected rich boy abandoned by his parents. However, jungkook's cold heart unexpectedly thawed, and he fell deeply in love with Taehyung. Forced to live him behind for unknown reasons unknown, jungkook Vanished. Years later, now ruthless a ruthless mafia king, jungkook obsessively searched for his baby boy, unware that Taehyung harbored a fierce haterd for him.
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After loosing access to my previous account, I'm excited to re-share my captivating new story on new account
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.