POSSESSION SERIES : Under His Control Atlas De Scariz  [ON-GOING]

POSSESSION SERIES : Under His Control Atlas De Scariz [ON-GOING]

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[ O N - G O I N G ] Atlas Dwight De Scariz is a powerful and strategic mafia lord known for his calm yet intimidating presence. He is intelligent, secretive, and always in control, carefully planning every step he takes. Merciless to his enemies but loyal to his close group, Atlas commands fear and respect without needing to say much. And everything he wants, he gets without anyone being able to stop him. " You were mine from the moment my eyes fell on you, you were mine from the moment you looked at me, and most of all you will truly be mine, because everyone who prevents me from possessing you will suffer and die." " Mark my words my soon to be wife or i say tittle innocent wife ." 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞/𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 PLAGIARISM IS CRIME!!! WRITTEN BY: Krrrzz
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I almost ended up in prison. One stupid decision-trying to sell drugs just to make ends meet-and I was caught. I remember my heart pounding, my hands shaking, thinking this is it. But then, out of nowhere, this stranger stepped in. Said a few things to the right people, pulled some strings... and just like that, I was free. Sort of. Turns out, he's a detective. Not just any detective-one with an agenda. He said he saw something in me. Maybe potential. Maybe desperation. Either way, he offered me a deal: I stay out of jail, but I owe him. Big time. Now I live in a fancy house that's not mine, taking care of someone I can't decide if I hate or pity. He's a grown man but acts like a spoiled child-rich, reckless, always testing my patience. My actual job? Keep an eye on him. Report back. Make sure he doesn't do something stupid. Or illegal. Or both. I traded bars for golden cages. But somehow, I think the real mess is only just beginning.

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