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I'm  Mafia's Slave

I'm Mafia's Slave

prologue Rowin "Sir," When I got out of my car, Vale immediately ran to me. But when our eyes met, he couldn't speak immediately. "Lorenzo's kids found out we were following them." It stuttered "Do we have information where they moved?" I asked him "No sir." I slammed the car door shut. "We've been looking for Lorenzo for months and now you just let him get away!" I couldn't stop my voice from rising. lorenzo is just a pawn but we have a strong lead if we catch him. The problem is that he has a lot of connections and it's easy for him to switch hiding places. "Where's Jake and the others?" I asked "Sir Jake left with the others" he answered me. "Tell Gab to try and release a Flight Ban. He will definitely try to leave the country" I ordered him. I was about to walk in but he stopped in front of me. "Sir, we have also brought Ruel's son here. What are we going to do with him?" I didn't answer him when I heard what he said and I went straight inside When I entered the Mansion, I saw a woman sobbing and wiping her tears. "Sir, he said he doesn't have any money to pay yet," Vale whispered behind me. "What the hell do you expect" I weakly promised him. I walked closer to where he was. I was expecting her to look at me. But maybe she's scared enough to see me. That's right. You should be scared, because from now on your life is going to be hard. "Your tears won't be enough as a down payment" I sat on the couch so that we faced each other. "W-What do you want me to do?" It surprised me. I avoided her eyes. I've had enough caring with other people. The more we care about their feelings the harder it gets to sacrifice them. "Since you don't have money to pay what should I do with people like you? I can't make you one of my guards and play with gun" I grinned. "Your brothers can" I saw the clenching of his palms resting on his thighs. "Just try it!" the tone of his voice rose. I lit a candle and leaned on the couch. I put one foot on my other thigh while I watched him. "I don't negotiate with someone like you" I said. "I say the things that you do. you don't refuse to them" I unleaned my back against the couch to take a close look at her face. "So going back, What should I do to you" He didn't say anything and just bowed. "Ah.." I gasped. "I remember your Dad's words" "Ruel told me, If he can't pay, you will be the one who pays for his debts. Are you worth 10 Million, Mendoza?" I didn't realize that he was already holding the glass of water in front of him and he poured it on me. "You animal!" it shouted. now i am pissed off. I saw Vale running towards us. But I signaled them to back off "You are stuck here" My jaws tightened as I spoke. "You're gonna be my slave" His eyes widened at what I said. I wiped my face and stood up to approach him. He tried to walk away but our body guards stopped him. "Being a slave, That is the payment."
Mr. CEO Sassy Bride

Mr. CEO Sassy Bride

“Congratulations, Leilani Hernandez. You're qualified to be my bride for the next three months. So, come forward, and let's have the deal signed,” ——— She's very pretty with charms and grace to make any man submit to her will. However, one cannot be blessed with all the good qualities of life. Very pretty Leilani Hernandez was ill-mannered and this deterred her from getting a lasting job. She had a duty to take care of her crippled brother, but she was out of work and her brother's health was deteriorating. Nelson Carter is thirty years old. A billionaire who is as cold as ice. Perfectly built body and devilishly attractive. Nelson believed in a few things in life. Love and getting married weren't any of those things, but his Aunt—the only family he had left wanted him to get married and he was left with no choice but to please her. Since he wasn't romantically involved with any woman at that time, organizing an interview to select the best bride for him was the only idea he could muster up after a long thought. What happens when the man Leilani lashed out at on her way to her new job interview that morning turns out to be the head interviewer? He wasn't interested at first, but her fierceness grabbed his attention. Nelson picked out Leilani amidst the hundreds of women who wanted to be his bride. But he had his intentions in his mind— to break her wings, ruin her and make her pay for her rudeness towards him. Leilani knew she was doomed when Nelson stepped right in front of her with a sly smile playing on his lips. Her brother was sick and she was determined to do all it took to save his life. So will she agree?
Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."