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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 (2)

Angela leaned over the rail of her balcony, a small smile painted her face as she looked over the view in front of her. Meanwhile, Gael stood next to her—his view was her. 

His stare traced the outline of her side profile, from her brows and long lashes to her rosy cheeks, pointy nose, and soft lips—it was as though he wanted to memorize every detail of her. 

A part of him didn't want to answer her question, but he had to. "Yes." 

"Really?" Angela finally turned to face him seemingly excited, her eyes looking dazzling. "So I can go home now?"

"What about your ex?"

"He's probably already gone by now. My brother told me I can go back as long as I take the flight that arrives late in the evening."

It took him a few seconds before he could ask, "You really want to leave?"