Dancing with the devil

Angelina Vukic is a perfekt daughter, or at least everyone thinks so. But what if the web of lies and deceit she has painstakingly built up over the years gets destroyed? by the hands of a man she was forced to marry?By the hands of a man she was forced to marry? They call him the devil of heaven, someone who is so bad but brings you to paradise. How will this go?

This story is a mafia slow-burn romance, between Angelina who grew up as a mafia princess and studies to become a doctor and Gabriel who is a mysterious, hot underboss.
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Angelina went out of the bathroom and into her bedroom only to be seeing Gabriel sitting on the side of the bed. He stared at her both not sure what to do or what to say. She decided to just mind her own buissness and act like he wasn't there, but it's way harder than she thought. She sat down to her dressing table and turned her back on him, his stare burning her body.

,,any plans for tonight?"
,,maybe, maybe not, why should I tell you?"

He stepped up and slowly walked behind her. His face unreadable as always. Gabriel began to slowly move her hair to one side. His fingers touching her skin and their eyes meet through the mirror. A dangerous flame sits in his eyes.

,, Angelina, you know that it will be easier for both of us if you stop fighting me. I only asked you, if you have plans for tonight, a normal question a man would ask his fiancée. You could have just answered it like a normal person, instead of getting on my nerves. And believe me, you don't want to see what consequences such behavior has."
She smirked, a reaction that he didn't expect. What's so funny?
,, Consequences? We'll see."
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