The Ugly Substitute Bride of the Mafia King

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and clean soap, a scent that instantly silenced the roaring beast in my skull. The enemy Soldiers cursed in Ita

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tore through the alley. Three armored black sedans

woman. His lip curled in undisguised disgust at her scarred face. "Boss," En

knew exactly what c

cower. Instead, she lifted her chin, her ambe

embling but fierce. "I am Damien Moretti's fi

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