《The Stripper and the Mafia King》

What happens when a dangerous mafia don fall in love with his hostage? A hostage who is clueless on the reason why she has to go through turmoil? A clueless night of passion that only he remembers as she was just doing her job? Two different pasts but with only one cause? When an innocent girl who  is used to the normal life of a civilian, turns out to be more of what she never knew existed...the Underworld. Will the ruthless King fall in love with the innocent civilian? Or will their unknown secrets end them?

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A King Reincarnated

I woke up with the usual feeling of someone staring at me. It's something I'm quite accustomed to these days. Instead of having an alarm to wake me up or someone shoving the sheets off my body, I had someone always staring at me, waking me up. 


I jolted up and rubbed my eyes to wake up. The sunlight slapped my face. 


Something King hated were curtains. He said he had a thing for good views, so he didn’t appreciate things that covered the views. 


I turned around and saw him seated on a chair by the door, gawking. 


He looked clean and bathed. He was wearing a black hoodie and black sweatpants and a white Airforce pair. His hair was carried in a man-bun. He was more casual than formal today. His dark eyes bore deeply into my grey eyes. 


33. Twitching dangling monster