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The Mafia's Rose
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After her mother’s death, Feng Xuan was sent overseas to continue her studies and was under strict instructions to never come home.

Feng Xuan had always known she was going to marry someone she did not love. That was why she was not surprised that when her father finally allowed her to come back, she was off to be married immediately.

Upon marrying the handsome, somewhat brooding but caring, Qing Chen, a hotelier and the new mafia boss on the side, Feng Xuan started to realize that she might not be the woman whom she thought she was.

There was only one condition that allowed Qing Chen to marry Feng Xuan: he is to keep her protected from the world, and from herself.

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This is a story about a woman who uncovers the long buried details about her life, the society, the world, and her mother’s untimely death. Along the way, she discovers who she really is; smart, ruthless, cunning, and powerful.

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WARNINGS: (If you comment anything about this, I will direct you to read these AGAIN)
1. This is a slow-paced story, because of this ROMANCE CAME LATE FOR THE LEADS. I'm saying this again, LATE. There's a huge reason behind this, if you will be patient you'd get there. 
2. Male Lead is weak AT FIRST. As this story is slow-paced, character development took a while. 
3. Female Lead will start to reawaken around Chapter 80 and ML will rise into his full potential shortly afterwards--once you start reading you'll know why it took this long. 
4. This book is not just about the romance part, it is also has a lot of mystery and later on, action in it.

English is not my first language. Please do not hesitate to comment corrections regarding spelling and grammar. Thank you!

This is an original story.
The picture on the cover is not mine. Credits to the real owner.


Update schedule: One chapter a day.

The Mafia's Rose Married The CEO

Feng Xuan was awakened by the pain on the top of her head. She tried to wipe her eyes but her hands landed on something thick and sticky on her skin, it matted her hair and turned them in clumps. Her eyes were already open but everything was blurry. She could see that it was morning—or afternoon. There was light still and when her vision slowly cleared, she saw that her hands were in deep red color, almost brown—


Her chest tightened and her hands shook. She turned to the side and saw her mother. Her normally white face pale as a chalk. She gave an alarmed whimper as she saw the blood coming from her head. She shook her. "Mom."


There was no response. She touched the shoulder tighter and harder. "Mom!"


She was about to cry in distress, thinking her mother had died. But she saw the slight rising and falling of her mother's bloody chest. It was almost non-existent. The blood had dripped on her collar and pooled in a red-black shape.


Am I Dying?