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The Mafia's Good Wife
(Book II of the Mafia's Girl Series. )(AN: Please read The Mafia's Good Girl before this book!)“Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet.“What’s this?” she asked.“A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars.Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank.Violet looked up to see Damon handing her a pen. She came into this room with the thought of backing out, but after reading the document, Violet had another change of heart. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh.* Warning: Mature content ahead. Enter at your own risk. *
Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..." In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm. Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers. Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?" The city explodes with gossip. Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power— what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago. His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat, to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry. Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms. Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan, down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test. Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?" Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears, then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger. "Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..." "Say what?" He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
Practice Kissing with the Bad Boy
"Blondie..." Judah trailed as if he was thinking real hard about something. "I'm giving you an out," he said finally."A what?""You don't need to do this with me. This whole... practice kissing thing, too. I think we’ve done enough. This game is getting too out of hand. You should just back out now, while you can. Because this isn't gonna end well for you,""Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell are you talking about?" I scoffed and my voice was seriously high-pitched."I told you, you girls always have to attach emotions to everything. I can already feel it coming. So I'm telling you, you better run now or you're gonna end up falling for me, fast and hard," he said.I snorted a real loud laugh instantly. It was a reflex of some sort."Judah, are you high or something?” I paused to gauge his reaction, but he remained serious. “Look, I can assure you, you don't have to worry about that. I'm not even attracted to you in the slightest," my laughter was maniacal and somewhat insulting.“Oh really?” he asked.“Yes, really,” I said reassuringly. “I have my feelings in check. So if there’s anyone that’s going to fall, that person won’t be me,”Judah crossed his arms and let out an irritated laugh. Clearly, he took my words as a challenge as he raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched into a smirk. He stepped off his bike and moved closer to me. I stepped back in response, hitting the red brick wall behind me. My laughter died down instantly as he put both arms next to my face so that I was completely trapped between him and the wall."Alright Blondie, if that's how you wanna play it," he said lowly. "Game on,"I looked up to see his dark amber eyes boring into mine, a predatory glint in his eyes. I suddenly felt weak and helpless, as if I was a little rabbit about to be swallowed whole by a lion. I gulped instinctively as he leaned closer to me."Tell your heart I'm gonna steal it," he murmured to my ears.
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