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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

The wound from the nail that got stuck on her foot had been healed from a long time. There wasn't even a scar left on it but it felt like the nail was still stuck in her foot. The throbbing pain coursed all through her body and she shivered  just remembering it.

She would never forget the wallet that she picked 10 years ago. That wallet allowed her to meet the kindest person she ever encountered after she was thrown out of her own house. She met the little boy who held her hand despite being dirty and smelly. She met the three people who smiled at her and treated her with kindness even though she stole money from them.

On that day, she received a gift that she treasured the most in her life. Wherever she goes, she brings it with her. It was crappy and rusty already but she never once thought of throwing it away.

And ten years later after that meeting, here he was, standing in her kitchen, cooking some food for her to eat. His kindness never changed.

THE PERSON OF HER PAST