Raviel Kaelthorn
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Genre: Dark Romance, Mafia, Obsession, Suspense
Synopsis:
Raviel Kaelthorn is a man feared in both the underworld and the corporate world. A ruthless mafia boss and a powerful CEO in the Philippines, he is known for his cold demeanor, workaholic tendencies, and complete disinterest in women-until fate leads him to Mitch Zairé Antolin.
Mitch is an ordinary girl, working as a waitress to support herself and her two brothers, Ashiel and Asher. With her hourglass figure, cascading curly hair, and baby blue eyes, she is the type of woman who could easily catch a man's attention. But she never expected to attract someone like him.
Their story begins with a simple accident-a spilled coffee, an intense gaze, and an unexplainable pull. Raviel, a man who never wastes time on emotions, finds himself obsessed. He wants to understand what Mitch has done to him, why he can't stop thinking about her, and why the mere thought of another man looking at her ignites a dangerous rage within him.
Possessive. Protective. Jealous. Raviel becomes a storm in Mitch's life, one she never saw coming. While she tries to resist his suffocating attention, he makes it clear-she belongs to him. Whether she likes it or not.
But as Mitch gets caught in his dangerous world, secrets unfold, enemies lurk in the shadows, and love turns into something deeper... and far more dangerous.
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