Volkovelli's Unwanted Flames
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I looked at him proudly with a smirk on my lips "Hi, Husband when's the wedding?" saad ko Dito
He slowly approached me"I'm going to remind you just this ones, you did this yourself....
Dear wife". He whispered making hairs on my nape rise. He slowly stepped back with the side of his lip tugged up.
That's when I remembered what people says about him.
"He doesn't raise his voice, he lowers yours"
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🖤Zephyr Caspian Volkovelli 🖤
The don of both italian and Russian Mafia, everyone biggest nightmare, no one dares to fight him. when he speaks everyone listens, Zephyr doesn't need an army his mind is sharper than blades and when HE moves , the entire bloodline go instinct.
The oldest son, and the oldest brother out of five the feared of all siblings.
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"Lady gravano doesn't forgive, she forgets....... After your buried "
Seraphina Artemis De Luca-Gravano: Grace in the Shadow
Born to a legacy of blood and beauty, Seraphina Artemis De Luca-Gravano is the living embodiment of contrast - sweet and savage, light and shadow. Daughter of the feared Don Vittorio and the graceful Isabella, Seraphina was raised with one hand on her heart and the other on a dagger.
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