sugarcoatqueenx

This message is to let you know that we're coming for you.

Yours truly,

The Mafia's Rose
— 

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.

****

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.

****

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

Huang Jia did not know what she was supposed to do. "What do you mean pretend to be a maid?" was this some kind of a sick fetish?! Had they finally resulted in the most inhumane way of getting their money back?

Reading the expression on her eyes, Mr. Dong shook his head. "Nothing of that sort. You're really going to be doing cleaning, folding clothes—that sort of mundane job."

She knew she shouldn't be asking more—her and her son's life were being spared and she was not being sold as a sex slave. But she could not help but ask. "A maid for who?"

"Not who," he answered, leaning back against his chair, showing off his huge belly. She reminded him so much of a pig--glutton and greed. Take, take, take. That was probably what was going in his head. "You are going to serve as a maid to the Qings. This is a favor for an old friend. You're going to be their inside man."

Me? Inside man? She asked herself. When had I qualified for something like that?

Inside Man