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Predestined for the Mafia Boss Lost memories with a husband?
Lyana The intense pain in my abdomen is like a third-degree burn, burning the flesh from the inside out. I open my eyes feeling tired and uncomfortable, how did I end up in this hospital bed? "Lyana" The male voice attracts my attention.I look to the side finding the beautiful man with bright green eyes, his features seem to carry a mixture of worry and happiness. But I don’t recognize him, it’s like a blank spot in my memory."Where is my mother?" I question curious.He opens and closes his mouth raising his thick eyebrow and making a wrinkle appear in the middle of his forehead. A beard a little too big without having a defined cut as if it had been days without shaving. Maybe I am, since under your eyes I see dark circles under my eyes. "I’ll call the doctor." Declares."Why am I in the hospital?" I question.He blinks a few times, but stands up and presses a button next to my bed, sighing annoyed at not understanding what a stranger is doing here in my mother’s place."Who are
Predestined for the Mafia Boss first lie
Yurich I put the metal to coat the fist and undo another blow against the face of the son of a bitch who participated in the attack on Lyana, a damn month. The thirty days in the desert seem to haunt me as much as a plague. It’s been thirty days to have a perfect reason to meet her again without breaking the damn promise I made, now, for thirty fucking days watching her body languish in the hospital bed. I’m screaming furiously at the bastard. "Boss" Nureyev’s voice is useless.The dark eyes without having a trace of recognition dismantled the docile part I was trying to keep for her. Thirty days and she doesn’t remember me. Sixty days of lust, madness, and strange feelings in the chest saved for that woman who bewitched all my thoughts. I raise my fist and strike another blow, this time leaving the Italian unconscious. When did I imagine seeing a woman for the first time could cause all these reactions in me? I snap my neck, giving my back to the prisoner and going straight thro
Predestined for the Mafia Boss Curious about us
LyanaI've been discharged from the hospital after a new battery of tests confirmed that there's nothing wrong with my brain. According to the doctor, a lack of oxygen may have been the cause. I feel a certain frustration at not knowing what has happened over the last few years, not remembering how I met Yurich or how I graduated in medicine.I finish brushing my hair and put the brush in my bag. As if marking the exact time, he opens the door, bringing with him a striking perfume and a gaze so hot that I have to look away in shame. I still can't believe I'm married to such a handsome man.His large hand finds my chin and I look up, admiring the smile that appears at the corner of his lips."Why did you suddenly lower your face?" He asks."I'm embarrassed around you." The truth comes out.I'm disconcerted and don't know how to remedy my own words, but it's the open smile that attracts all my attention. The calm way he brushes the back of his fingers against the sensitive skin of my lef
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Predestined for the Mafia Boss A traitor
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Predestined for the Mafia Boss Jealous
LyanaI don't look away from him, not even when he takes off his glasses, revealing his now-gray eyes. Even as I'm consumed by their intensity, I maintain firmness in my knees.“What's the problem, princess?” His deep voice reverberates in the small space.“Nothing,” I huff, raising an eyebrow and rolling my eyes.“It doesn't seem like anything,” he responds, trapping me between his hands pressed against the door and his body. “Especially acting like a spoiled teenager.”I open my mouth, boiling with anger at his accusation.“If I'm acting like a teenager, then you were acting like a single man, accepting those women hitting on you,” I say in one breath, raising my hand and pushing his muscular chest with the tip of my finger, even though I know it won't budge.Yurich raises his eyebrows, looking surprised.“And here I was thinking I was the more jealous one of us two.”“I'm not jealous, but that was disrespectful.”“Explain to me how I disrespected you, Lyana,” he says in a serious t
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