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365 Days with Him
Mafia 365 DAYS WITH HIM
One Night. One Deal. 365 Days
Mary Blackwood never imagined her carefully built life would come crashing down. At just 25, She's an epitome of beauty, an hourglass figure which could make men go crazy but that's not all she's the CEO of her father's multimillion-dollar empire.
But when the company begins to collapse, in her hands desperation pushes her father to make a deal with the devil, Andrew De la Cruz, the cold, calculating mafia kingpin of San Andreas.
The terms are simple: Andrew will invest $500 million to save their legacy. The price? Mary must become his wife for 365 days.
But their story didn't start with the contract, it started with a single night. A night where passion burned away for all reason. A night where only the warmth of their bodies did the talking. A night that left Mary questioning everything. Now, standing face-to-face with Andrew, his cruel words cut deep:
"That night meant nothing."
Forced into a marriage neither of them wants, Mary is plunged into Andrew's treacherous world, a world where loyalty is scarce, betrayal is deadly, and love is a weakness. As they navigate their volatile relationship, the tension between them reignites, blurring the line between duty and desire.
Yet, behind Andrew's ruthless exterior lies a man haunted by secrets and driven by a dangerous quest for power. And as Mary fights to hold her ground, she begins to wonder: was their one night together truly meaningless, or was it the spark that could set their world ablaze?
One night brought them together. One year will decide their fate.
In a world where power and deceit rule, will their love survive, or destroy them both? Would they find love in a marriage that was meant purely for business?.
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