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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 watched as the events unfolded right before her eyes. Two men at the pits, fighting like animals, people in the higher seats screaming their lungs out with thick wads of bills clutched in their hands.

She had no right to judge these people, she wanted to tell herself. She didn't want to be a hypocrite. There she was standing there, a woman who had ended multiple lives. A murderer.

Qing Chen raised a bottle for her. In all fairness, it was an expensive one. She uncapped it and gulped down. "I don't think this would get any better even with alcohol."

"It doesn't," Qing Chen answered her. "Sit for a while. This would be over soon."

Feng Xuan felt her stomach twisted. It was not over soon. Although both bloodied and beyond recognizable, neither of the two men on the rink was giving up. The place smelled of sweat and blood. It lasted around fifteen more minutes before it all ended.

One Last Stop