Bride Of Enemy

The handsome man in the black suit was kicking an older man in the stomach. The old man couldn't fight back anymore, as his body was about to crumble and his face was full of wounds.

"The cold-faced, handsome man took out a handgun under his coat and pointed the trigger at the old man's head. The old man just surrendered because this was the risk of embezzling money from the company. And the owner of the company was delivering death for him. When he wanted to release the trigger, a scream was heard from the doorway of a petite girl with straight hair and deep black eyes with a half-fearful soul who broke through the bodyguard who almost killed her father.

"Stop it." With a little courage, she stopped the man.

The man turned around and looked at the person who dared to stop him. Their eyes briefly met as she spoke again.

Please don't kill my father; just take your revenge on me. To do anything, I won't fight you." the woman sobbed because she couldn't see her father suffer.

"Huff, miss, I didn't expect you to be the son of this old fart." The man looked back at the old man, who was lying helpless due to the beating by Alaric's men.

"Are you sure you want to endure what this old fart did?" the man asked disdainfully at the woman in front of him.

''I'm sure whatever it is, I will bear it," the woman said very confidently, without thinking that the one in front of her was a demon.

"No, baby, you can't bear what my father did," the old man said to his son haltingly.

The woman just shook her head and smiled back to reassure her dad that she would be fine.

"What are you going to replace it with? I don't need a maid or a prostitute because I can pay them." The man said again to test what this weak woman in front of him would do.

Tasya raised her head with a little courage and left. The woman replied, "With my life, it will be yours."

"Okay, interesting enough, don't regret what you said; your life will now be mine." The man grinned. A grin that had a thousand meanings behind it.

With a little courage, the woman replied, "With my life, it will be yours."

"Don't regret what you said, your life will now be mine." The man grinned. A grin that had a thousand meanings behind it.

(Prolog)

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"You don't know what's in it for you. Just kill him, cut off his hands, and shoot him who dares to run away with my money." The man ordered his confidants to kill his insubordinate men. As if he could kill anyone who dared to oppose him.

He was a cold-blooded man, the most feared mafia member for his cruelty, and who knows how many lives died on his stairs? Unfortunately, he was a man who was created with good looks, like a Greek god.

With golden hair and eyes, and bright brown eyes that can even paralyze one's nerves when looking at him. A sharp nose with a strong jaw and lips that are red like Cherry's. Who would believe that he was a mobster? Even his face does not have everything that is in the character of a real mobster.

Let me emphasize that the mobster's name is Alaric Alvaro, a man who is quite mature because he is now 27 years old, an age that can be said to be quite young, and it can be said that he is quite successful. In addition to his work as a mobster, he also founded many nightclubs and hotels, and even his face is familiar to business people.

"Our boss killed Shawn on his orders, and we threw his body into the lake," the bald man in the black suit said with his head bowed.

"Fast work and good enough; I'll add to your bonus. Now you can go." Alaric shooed the man away, and his hand moved to take a cigarette and light it.

Looking out over the city of Manhattan from the suite room of his hotel. You would think that his house is in the middle of the city, but you are wrong; he is not that stupid when his life is in danger from other mobsters. He has a house in the middle of the forest, even though no one knows his residence other than his bodyguards, even if anyone dares to break into his street.

Then they will end up in a steep ravine or die as wild animals.