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The Royal Prince'S First Love

The Mafia King's First Love

[Completed] Meet the Mafia King, whose fearsome reputation in the Underworld spread far and wide! But he hides behind the identity of a billionaire CEO. Money? Power? Handsome? All check! Except that he had a teensy tiny problem - his ZERO EQ that failed him to understand emotions. Until the day Song Lihua walks in his life. Song Lihua's simple aim in life was to get a job and earn money. But a chance encounter with the Mafia King makes her fall in love with him at first sight. She declares to win his heart one day. But to her shock, the Mafia King himself becomes her next door neighbor! Together with her, the emotions in deep slumber within him began to awaken. Hiding a dark secret from her, the Mafia King slowly grows closer to her. But as he faces a threat that could bring the truth to light, he does something unimaginable to stop Lihua from leaving. Amidst the hidden conspiracies of the Underworld, what will the Mafia King do to keep her by his side? How far will he go to hide his secret? "You are my first love that brought this empty shell of my heart back to life. You have a place in my heart no one else could ever have." - The Mafia King. ------ **Scene excerpt** "Boss, please tell me the source of your skills!" Lihua sobbed. "Cookbooks. Videos." "That's it? You mastered such awesome skills just by that?" "They are too easy." "If it's that easy then why am I suffering like this?" The clueless Mafia King absolutely didn't mean any harm or mockery to her self-esteem by saying the next words. "Lack of talent." "..." -------- You are all welcomed to join my discord ^^ - https://discord.gg/CbhNys444r Follow author on Insta - enthu_reader7 **Cover is designed by artist Vatarison. Insta - vatarison.art**
enthu_reader · 2.2M Views

The Prince's Revenge Bride

Volume 1 Isadora, pregnant with Maxwell's child, has no choice but to accept his offer to live in his mansion and keep the pregnancy a secret because her family disowned her. However, she faces challenges from Maxwell's cold demeanor and the secrets surrounding his wife. After uncovering a shocking truth, Isadora becomes a target and leaves the mansion for her safety, staying with Maxwell's sister Ava. She later flees after overhearing a disturbing conversation about being exploited. Volume 2 After fleeing, she encountered Prince Orion and, in a state of distress and pain, begged for his help. He offered her a proposal she couldn't refuse because of her circumstances, drawing her into the royal family's intricate web. Despite her new circumstances, she was met with contempt and mistreatment, relegated to the status of an outcast and servant. As secrets began to surface, she discovered the prince's true motives: a desire for revenge against someone else, which he sought to achieve through his manipulation of her. False accusations of witchcraft led to her condemnation, and she was sentenced to death. ******* "Please, help me!" Isadora begged, her voice strained with agony. Prince Orion's expression remained unmoved, his voice devoid of empathy. "I'll do anything, just don't let me die," Isadora pleaded, her cries intensifying as the rain began to fall. The prince's gaze locked onto hers, his pause hanging in the air like a challenge. "All you have to do is..." he said, his words trailing off, leaving Isadora wondering what terrible condition he would impose upon her. Volume 3 A year of peace in the royal family was shattered by Isadora's sudden reappearance, leaving everyone stunned and bewildered. Many thought they were seeing a ghost or that she had somehow come back from the dead. However, it soon became clear that she had a singular purpose: to exact revenge on those who had wronged her. As her true identity was revealed, Isadora's influence and authority grew, transforming her into a powerful and commanding presence within the royal family. With her newfound power, she set her sights on those who had betrayed and harmed her, determined to make them face justice for their past transgressions.
obiparadise_purity · 63.3K Views

The Dragon Prince's Bride

*Author's other work (She belongs to the Demon King)* *** They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other! When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt. That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom. Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife. Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything. Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love? Excerpt "I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!" ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger. "Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love." He calmly grabbed her poking hand. "And what would that be, my fine sir?" "That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear." "You—" "And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!" "You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!" "Well you are no precious prize, are you?" And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree. His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.
AnnieQuin · 308K Views
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