Sold & Claimed(On Hold)
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She couldn't scream.
He pinned her to the wall.
"Your mind. Your body. Your soul," he breathed. "They're mine"
His eyes roamed her face... down to her bare skin.
"Every f*ckin' inch, piccola... belongs to me"
She trembled.
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Novella Vernikova is twenty. Smart. Quiet. Too naïve for a world this ruthless.
Half Russian, half Korean, living in Canada, working as a secretary in a big company.
Life hasn't been kind. Her mother disappeared when she was a baby. Her father did his best to raise her alone.
But nothing...nothing...could prepare her for the day she was sold.
Sold to a man whose gaze could shatter you, whose presence crushes everything in its path.
A king of the underworld. Feared by all. Bound by none. Impossible to resist.
She was never meant to belong to a man like him.
But now? She does.
And he shows no mercy.
Will she survive him? Or be consumed?
Keep reading.
Warning: This story contains graphic violence, strong language, sexual content, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Impressive Rank;
#1 Soldtothemafia
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