The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle

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my bedroom window. In my hand, I held a tumbler filled with the exquisite amber liquid

asked, my voice

see you", I heard the tiny voice of

o he'd come to see me after seven hours of calling off ou

or. The door suddenly bursts open and Clark came inside. I looked at him directl

that out of anger and the flare of the moment". He tr

. As I reached for my glass of drink on the table, I made my way back to my bed, taking a seat with a sense of weariness

ndship just because of a little misunderstanding", he sa

end a long time friendship because of som

Cindy and she's not slutty."

d an ex who cheated on you repeated

stop scowling at me, you look horrendous." I glared at him. "What? I'm not the reason you can't enjoy the floc

alt to my wound, Cl

ns, irritability, and at times, when touched, it feels as though I am being choked to death, leaving me breathless. This conditio

fs futile. I always tried to act tough on the outside but I have already accepted my fate, I was going to die alone with this illness. It always makes me feel like my life was on a edge. I hardly leave my mansion, I had everything at my beck and call. I had many guards, a personal maid, a butler, a cook and a housekeeper. I had many businesses in my name which Clark helps me run some of them. I try as much as possible t

ending his hand in front of me and slightly stooping down to peer at my fa

gloves. I dropped them on my laps and heaved out a deep sigh. I am serious

our own good, except you wanna die", h

and took in my

for that last statement, Clark", I sai

olved, buddy". He sm

ur buddy Clark. I am not your buddy". I

lex buddy", I glared at

om him, "You pla

l waiting outside", he

hem in", I