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[WARNING: There will be Mature Scenes in this book]

Life was hard enough when she lost her mother. 

When her father got married, life was even harder. Sofia was bullied and often went to sleep with an empty stomach. 

When her father died, she was thrown away by her stepmother. 

No money. No friends. Nothing. 

All she had was her tenacity to live.
She scavenged for food. She learned how to pickpocket and she learned not to trust anyone's word. 

Until she was kidnapped and brought to a place she had no idea of. If she wanted to get out, she needed to fight. She needed to kill. She needed to persevere and not make friends. 

"Emotions are your biggest hurdle. Learn to lock your feelings away." 

At the age of ten, she made her first kill. She learned all sorts of things in order to survive this cruel world. And when she reached the legal age, she became the heir to the mafia king. 

"Drunk driving isn't allowed. Give me your license!" Officer Hughes told Sofia who was still muddle-headed after hitting her car on a lamp post. 

"How about you give me your number?" Sofia retorted. Her red and smiling lips were hauntingly beautiful, seducing him to give in to her. 

"Ma'am, you don't need to seduce me. I won't fall for your tricks." 

Even with blood rolling on her face, Sofia wasn't the least bit bothered. It's nothing to her. 

"Let me send you to the hospital first." Officer Hughes offered as he tried opening the door of her car. 

"Just kiss my wound and it will be fine." 

'The impact has damaged her brain cells. She's going crazy. I need to bring her to the hospital soon.' 

Unknowingly, he stepped into the trap that Sofia laid specially for him. Now that she caught her prey, she would never let him go again.


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From Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

My Wild Little Kitten Is A Mafia Boss

Viktor looked at William with brooding expression in his dark eyes. A small sigh escaped his lips as he turned his attention back to the race. "You knew." It wasn't a question that needed confirmation from William but a statement.

"I have been in the police force for several years and I've seen thousands of criminals over the years, not that I thought of her as a criminal, but small gestures and expressions could give someone's lies away." William responded with his yes trailing on Sofia's car. His finger was tapping on the soft couch, mirroring the nervous beating of his heart. He was terrified for her. He was anxious. Every single time she nears a car, just few inches before she crashes on it, she'd subtly move to the side before speeding away.

"So, why are you still approaching her? Why are you still befriending her? Just so you know, my sister deals betrayal the hard way. She won't just cry and smile at you."

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