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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

CHASING AFTER MY WIFE: "completed"

PLEASE CHECK THIS OTHER BOOK BY THE AUTHOR WHILE WE ARE TRYING TO FIX HER CHAPTER ISSUES.  I HOPE YOU WILL CONTINUE TO SUPPORT HER WORK.

Jillyanna placed the pot of white roses in a vacant space around her mother's tomb. Every time she visited her mom, she would bring a pot of flowers for her, and she paid a caretaker to help her groom the flowers when she was not around.

"Hey Mom, your space looks like a mini garden now. I brought so many flowers for you these past years. Where shall I place the other bunch next time?" she murmured while standing in front of her mother's grave.

She was wearing a black baseball cap and a dark shade, covering her upper face. People who visited their loved ones tend to look at her.

She was wearing a plain white off-shoulder blouse and a modest floral print maxi skirt that hid her long legs.

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