Masquerade: His forbidden Obsession

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g smile as I stare

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t started because of my grandfather's arch-rival, the head of the Capoletti family, getting involved as other party in the construction deal. As it totally went overboard, it ne

ould care ab

ore I was born. I never talked to even one member of the Capoletti family and complying

will mean a lot of long days with grumpy men complaining about the barbaric Capolettis interfering with their success. I guess that eac

bring you as a guest. Fuck 'em. You'll be

ut loud a

I would be dead if i

houlders, taking anoth

k about this. Otherwise, I'll take

us since forever and even went to the same schools as us. We were never really thrilled about having her around, but our parents and hers are go

a blast." I say chuckling an

cks her copper-blond

ll! Now let's fin

*

sounds like a prince charming doesn't fit the description at all. Even if the high cheekbones give him an aristocratic hint, his skin is pale and his

ficing my romantic dream

him being surrounded by marriage-willing women. There's nothing I could get out of the profile, that was obviously r

beating in my throat risks suffocating me before I can even knock on his office door. Inviti

a minute for

ng at me worriedly

my full name?

g out the file at him. Getting up, he bend

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of the chair I'm si

often involved when there is something to

he other end of his des

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sewing has long since been outsourced. As they spot the file in my hand all eyes are on me. Even their minions appear curious to see who I chose. My grandmother

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to my mother who p

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as she scurries out to org

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