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Kidnapped by My Ruthless Mafia Fiance

Chapter 2 Celeste

Word Count: 1127    |    Released on: 05/08/2024

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on her partially exposed form. She entwined her bare legs around the chillin

ste made a heedless indulgence of her manager giving him a fi

as rendering her mind to go in circles, her vision was in a haze,

s grins and waving wads of currency, Celeste discerned Mr. Cold Mogul who

ooth. His gaze was irreplaceably steadfast and unwavering upon her

tor of danger, lurking amidst the shadows. Nevertheless, despite the inscrutable veil enveloping his pe

ins, she dared to cast him a flirtatious wink, only to b

p between them were met with a silent turnoff, much like her res

that held her at arm's length always. It was also a reason for her dissent from his repeate

ntoxicating rhythm. Yet, within the tumult of sensations, the stark reality of her life emerged-her father's ba

rol on alcohol, she endeavored to liberate herself from the constraints of my undergarments, heedless of the manager's arbitrary dictates. No do

And then it happened! Within a blink of her eye, all the Casanovas whose eyes were on her in thirsty stares disappeared like a fog in the atm

loody hel

he see Mr Cold Mogul nor the g

a mystery that his eyes were to the world outside bizarrely they o

form, her eyes tentatively traveled up to the glowering gaze of her pissed-off boss. "What the hell's wr

gma why this rule applies only to me." She said in indignation. "How the hell am I supposed to make money? I

e taken care of! Leave this place and get employed somewhere decent." C

stuck in a wheelchair losing one of his legs. I am the sole breadwinner of my house. I am not even able to pay for the rental of my m

. "What happ

friend too is here. "I'm fine. Just a bit

ome out and see what

were making a meal of her body until a few minutes ago. His closed fists repeatedly attacked one of the faces, making his nose bleed and as

and punched holes in the stomach of another with his fists. No matter how much he hit them, the anger in his cells would

l corded muscles and tattooed arms were in perfect display in the style of a soldier defending

asked in a neutral tone. "What do you intend t

her next turned her e

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