Arranged to a secret mafia lover

IA'S

uld tend to the house. He would come back tired and I would massage his head. I would care for him deeply and he would protect me like a delicate rose. Little did I know our game

siness. But I never knew what is the business of Moretti. They were naturally wealthy that I knew. I knew they were more wealthy and powerf

I don't know if I am sad or depressed. I don't know whether I require a doctor or a priest. But this feeling has told me to write everything. Everyth

Lorenzo Moretti stands at the door, exuding a magnetic blend of charisma and danger. His appearance is striking: tall, with a well-toned physique that hints at both discipline and a li

eek, stylish tie and polished shoes. But they were all drenched in blood. A subtle but unmistakable au

to run towards him and see if he is hurt but she is scared to take a step towards him, she doesn't know what he mi

He suddenly grabs her by the waist, rips off her underwear, and slides into her. He never kisses her. He never touches her. He ne

while bleeding herself. She cries in pain, she feels disgusted and used. He never would even kiss her ligh