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Ruth Lee (TAMING THE MAFIA PRINCESS )

The story starts in the busy city of Hong Kong, where Ruth Lee is leading a life of privilege, replete with all the luxuries and protection provided by her powerful Mafia family. She suspects something is wrong, but the truth comes crashing down when, after a family argument, Ruth wakes up to a house full of dead servants and her family nowhere to be found. Scared and desperate at first, Ruth finds, behind a hidden safe left by her father, an address in Seoul, South Korea; a credit card; and papers so she could travel. She finally settled in South Korea out of necessity in search of her answers. On landing, it is Frank Xia, a very-feared Mafia lord previously associated with the mafia family. Frank, owing to old debts to her father, agrees to help Ruth find her family-but only if she proves capable of surviving the brutal world of the Mafia. As Ruth trains with Frank and his crew, she learns about her secret Mafia lineage and all the power dynamics that come with it. It is a tough, grueling training that pushes her to her limits, but slowly, Ruth morphs from pampered princess into Mafia heiress. The complication in their mission would be the budding attraction between Ruth and Frank, and as their feelings for each other deepen, so does their determination to find her family-and to unmask the formidable foes against them. On her way, Ruth faces betrayal, dark secrets, and surprising alliances. Now she's supposed to learn her way with a world she never understood, and the dark legacy of her family. Tension between her and Frank heightens while running life-threatening missions, and a passionate romance blooms in the midst of chaos. But the road to the future is filled with perils, as Ruth's uncle, a powerful Mafia baron with a deep-seated grudge against her family, seeks to destroy everything they've built.
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Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
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