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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 could feel the blood dripping to her ankles. Her shoes had been long forgotten since she was dragged out of her kitchen at Gretel's. The thick liquid made her foot slippery and she struggled to keep up with the senator's insistent pulling at her bonds. She could feel her wound stinging—begging for relief as it gets wider—it must be because if not, it should not hurt this much.

She winced and kept her cries of pain as she dragged the other half of her body in another empty room. The light was low and the windows there were broken. Somehow, between the three rooms she had been in, this one was the most complete.

"Faster!" the senator shouted at her as he hauled her again.

She did not want to cry but the pain in her leg was too much. It felt like it was burning. Her cheeks were wet with tears. She stopped moving. She couldn't take it anymore.

Blood Is Funny