Borgata
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Just because I'm telling you this story doesn't mean I'm alive at the end of it. This could all be pre-recorded and I could be talking to you from the bottom of the ocean. Yeah, it's that kind of a story. Because things just got so out of control. Some say we can't choose who we fall in love with; love chooses us. Sometimes people fall for the complete antithesis of everything they believe they're looking for. If I knew love could hurt that much, perhaps I would re-consider going out that night. The night when I unconditionally fell in love with my father's enemy was the biggest and best mistake I have ever made. Love was forbidden to me, ever since I were little girl I knew one day I'm going to marry the man my father chooses for me. It was all business strictly, my father didn't care about my happiness at all or that's what I thought. He used to say that all he's doing is for my protection since I were his little princess. There were two rules: I must be pure and untouched and I must not fall in love. I disobeyed and both of the rules were broken. (Full description inside)
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She was ordered to end his life, but his touch made her want to give him every piece of hers. He was a name on my father's kill list. Nothing more. Nothing personal. Until I saw him. Until I tasted the way danger lingers on a man's lips. I was raised in the shadows, a daughter of the mafia king, built from blood and lies. Love was never part of my story. But protecting him became my secret sin. I hid in the dark to save him, even when my hands were stained with everything he should fear. And when he finally touched me, it was like setting fire to every rule I'd ever known. We loved in whispers. We kissed like war. Every moment with him felt stolen, because it was. In our world, nothing beautiful survives. And when the truth comes for us, one of us will have to choose. Pull the trigger... or take the bullet. This isn't a love story. It's a funeral with a heartbeat.

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