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Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

[BOOK1] What are the odds that Gael would find himself as the Hero of a dark romance novel? After stumbling upon the book that he probably wouldn't have found if not because of his sister, Gael read the entire thing in one night. He found the book worthy of his mockery. It was absolutely ludicrous! He must find whoever wrote this absolute nonsense about him so he could show that person what he does to people who were deserving of his wrath. But what would he do when he finds out that the author of the book wants to keep her identity a secret? Will he expose her? Or will he use the secret to his advantage? ... "How dare she use me this way?" A menacing stare paints his face as he looks at the woman from a distance. "She likes writing romance novels so much?" he scoffed. "Then I'll give her the best damn story she would ever want to write." ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Other Works: •Serendipity - A Chance Encounter (Complete-Ongoing revision) •Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress •Gabriella's Hellfire: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Book 2 of The De Luca Mafia Series) •Giovanni's Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Book 3 of The De Luca Mafia Series) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me and follow all my socials: linktr.ee/nixxxie *Licensed cover image ~~~~~~~~~~~ Proofreader/Editors: Filledelisle Swaning

NixxxiE · Urban
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556 Chs

Sun is Out (1)

Mayne City, Esmea

Evan's nose flared and his eyes were flinty when the man who answered Angela's phone just a second ago hung up on him. Lowering his phone from his ears, he stared at the screen as though he was trying to make sense as to what just happened. With his brows knitted, the statement that Nina told him recently resurfaced: "You should stop, Evan. Angela is already getting married."

So, she wasn't lying? He could not believe that Angela really did find someone. He scoffed, his body tensing when he remembered what the asshole told him just now: "You can't afford to know my name." 

Evan abruptly got on his feet and flipped the coffee table, glass shattered everywhere on the floor. "Who the fûck does he think he is?!" he spat. The more that he thought about it, the more enraged he got.

August 29 — Wednesday