Mafia Resentment

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with terror. But all I saw was a filthy, stinky, and dark environment. The only source of light was a sliver of an open curt

eyes all the way in this messy place. A

ly face was hidden behind his not-too-thick mustache. His lovely gray eyes, which had been looking at me in admiration, had turned wrath. Whil

o my rescue. I know my entire family was looking for me at the moment. I was important to them, even if I knew they didn't love m

chin, forcing me to look at him in the eyes that I had been avoiding since he pushed me inside his car to kidnap me. Why? Because I was a

e my eyes, but I

Hartner. Your father's most vehement foe. Later, I discovered that everything had been a lie. Your father, who trained as one of his control assassins and was one of those that murdered my mother simply to obtain me! Because I was the son of Marcos Dumenox, the world's most feared assassin. He wanted me to be his ally by myself. My mother kept the fact that she was pregnant from me at the time, an

ger. When I declined to marry the man my father liked for me for the second t

ouldn't see how terrified I was before, he certainly can now. Because I could sense his seriousness in his eyes as I pulled the knife from his side. I wanted to tell him he couldn't do it since I was expecting his child. At the same time, I was scared th

love how he look at me with gray intensifyi

to adore the way he stared at me with tho

d body to your father? I know that he would be furious since you were the last hope he had since the w

I admit, knowing

se Ki

t me as if I h

ther has done to me? Have you heard

e birth to my baby. But how could I tell him I was pregnant? What if I told him he w

was not the one being played by such a well-known figure.

mpletely r

ust let me live." I insisted, despit

ed wickedly

u little by little until you surrender. Maybe

live and I'

s to me in

ou don't want t

thal to me. And consider this: what