Love Me Or Hate Me

Love Me Or Hate Me

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jun 12, 2026
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Fiction
Romance
College and University
Enemies to Lovers
Mafia
Two mafia heirs. One elite university. And a love that could start a war. Dalia Key was born to rule. Luciano Gallo was born to destroy anything in his way. In a world ruled by blood, love might be the deadliest weapon of all.
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Elena Rosalie Valentie's quiet life shatters when she's kidnapped and sold to the ruthless Italian mafia leader, Adrian Dalassio Vervelli. Cold, dangerous, and obsessively possessive, Adrian takes her as more than just a debt payment-he makes her his. Trapped in his world of power and control, Elena battles fear, defiance, and unwanted desire as escape grows impossible. Yet when danger from Adrian's past threatens her, he becomes both her captor and protector. As fear slowly twists into fascination, an intense bond forms-one built on obsession, betrayal, and dangerous love. Enemies. Prisoner. Lover. Their story isn't about perfection-it's about surrendering to love born in the shadows. ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ •••••• "You know," he said, his voice low, "just standing there... makes me want to take more than just your attention." He said as hid fingers grazed her thigh. Elena's heart slammed against her ribs. She tried to steady her voice. "You're insane." "Insane?" he echoed, sliding up her leg with one fingertip. "Or... obsessed? Every part of you makes it impossible to think straight.I Impossible not to touch and devour ." Her breath hitched as his hand slid to her waist, brushing against her back and then lingered. "I... I can't believe you" "You can," he murmured, leaning so close her lips almost brushed his. "But you won't. Not because you don't want to, Sweetheart.. but because you are afraid you'll feel what I feel. And once you do... you'll be mine in ways you can't fight." Every word, every movement, every scrape of his fingers across her skin set fire to her nerves. Fear, desire, frustration-all tangled into a delicious ache she couldn't escape. And he knew it. 𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯 𓂃✿𓈒𓏸

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