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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 30560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)

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Previously published as Talk Dirty to Me.

I made a deal with a very bad man, and now I must answer his every call...or pay the consequences with my body.

I was desperate. And alone.
So I asked for a favor from a very bad man, and now I’m paying the price.
Every time my phone rings, my whole world stops.
My entire body burns.
And my heart starts racing for someone I’ve never seen.

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Prologue

An email landed in the Devil's inbox, its subject line succinctly written.

I anonymously reported a crime, and now the perpetrator is after me.

It was enough to have him take a seat back behind his desk and click to read the rest.

I was at a 7-11 near my university when I heard someone clearly begging and saying 'please stop' over and over. The noise was coming from the men's toilet at the back, and one of the windows was open...

I saw a couple of men circled around one other guy. He was naked and curled up on the floor. The other guys had PEED on him. It was so obvious by the smell, by the looks of it.

I managed to take a photo without being seen and tip 911 off anonymously.

You might even have seen his story being reported on the news.

The victim didn't know who his assailants were, but he says they obviously knew him since they were calling him by his name while mocking him.

Isaiah the Faggot. Isaiah the Piss Licker. Isaiah the Dick Eater.

Seeing him break down on TV while saying the words broke me, and I knew I had to do more, no matter what.

So I posted the photo on the Internet, and apparently one of his attackers was wearing this limited-edition cap - there was just 50 of them in the whole world. People who sympathized did their own digging, and each and every one of Isaiah's attackers was identified.

All of them but one pled guilty.

The one who didn't...he says he's got mental health problems, and it's his depression that made him do the things he did. He says that not pleading guilty is his way of standing up for all mental health victims. He's even started writing a book about it, and his former-Senator-father is fully supportive about his "journey".

He's been guesting in TV shows all over the country while Isaiah is still too traumatized to leave the house, and then there's me.

I think he's paid someone to look for me. He blames me for everything's that happened, and last month...someone sent me a letter. Inside was a photo of my parents, and then another photo of me...from that day.

I know he's threatening to hurt my parents if I go to the police, and I can't risk that. I know he's playing with me right now, and that it's only a matter of time...

I know he's just waiting for things to completely die down before he makes his move.

I have no one to turn to, and that's why I'm asking for your help.

Please. Please help me. Please.

#01

My phone rings the moment I step out of class, and I think nothing of it until I answer the call, and a robotic male voice speaks to my ear.

Hello, Sheena.

The whole world vanishes for a single moment, and I'm left all alone with my fear.

He knows who I am.

A part of me expected this, but the knowledge still sucks all the hope out of me, and dragging air into my lungs suddenly becomes a chore. I look around me, but everything is a blur, and my heart feels like it's about to stop beating at any moment.

You knew this would happen sooner or later, Sheena.

You knew.

So deal with it.

Time marches on, and the numbness that's taken my limbs captive gradually recedes. I start breathing again, and with this, I regain the need to survive.

That's better.

This time, I feel like hyperventilating. I have a feeling I know why he's said those words.

You have more color in your face now.

And it's exactly what I feared.

The Devil is here, watching me, and I guess that means either my university was lying about having "top-notch" security...or their best simply isn't good enough to keep the Devil out.

Start walking to your next class.

Now is the worst time to draw attention to yourself.

Things like this aren't supposed to happen to someone like me, and the disguised element of his voice only makes things feel more surreal than they already are.

I'm an eighteen-year-old girl in my first year in college. My looks are as nondescript as my grades, and ever since the Devil made me quit my part-time job at the motel for safety reasons, school is the only thing I can write about in my planner.

I'm ordinary with a capital O, the kind that the meanest and most popular girls on campus wouldn't even waste time bullying. I'm the type of person you wouldn't even remember having classes with...and yet somehow, I'm the one who ends up in a phone call with a guy who's supposedly arranged countless unreported deaths of rapists, pedophiles, and murderers.

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Mafia Wedding (Criminal Billionaires #3) Read Online Marian Tee http://www.wownovels.com/mafia-wedding-criminal-billionaires-3-read-online-marian-tee Mon, 27 May 2024 20:57:43 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/mafia-wedding-criminal-billionaires-3-read-online-marian-tee Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Authors: Marian Tee Series: Criminal Billionaires Series by Marian Tee
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)

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This duet is the first time Mafia Husband and In Love With A Killer are published in one book.

How am I supposed to fall out of love with my husband...when making me pregnant has become his number one priority?

I am done with my loveless marriage, but since I also know it won't be easy convincing Mr. Ex Greek Mafia Royalty here to let me go---
I tell my husband I want a baby, thinking he'd ask for a divorce...but instead he says we can start making one right now?!

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"HELLO, WIFE."

Oh, dear Lord.

Please save me from the diabolically sweet voice purring into my ear.

I excuse myself from my friends and walk out of the library before answering him. "Yo, dude."

Stelios sighs, and even though I know he's just faking it, I'm still tempted to delude myself into thinking it's all real, and that Mr. Billionaire here is genuinely disappointed I never call him 'husband' in return.

"Are you still in school?"

"That's a rhetorical question, isn't it?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Because you're like Theía."

"Cunning?"

"Controlling."

"I object, wife." His denial is immediate and expected, and somebody please give this wickedly sexy man an Oscar because he even manages to sound offended. "I believe what you always mean to say is 'protective'."

"Hmm. Let me see. Two bodyguards shadowing me wherever I go, a female bodyguard enrolled in my university to keep an eye on me while in class, and a GPS tracker embedded in my wedding ring. Is that your definition of 'protective'?"

"Do you want my honest opinion?"

"Always."

"My definition of 'protective' also includes having three bodyguards working incognito—-"

A choked laugh escapes me. "You really are the most controlling—-"

"Again, wife—-I think what you mean is 'protective'."

"—-and freakishly obsessive guy in the world. Aren't you?"

"I am."

I only mean to tease him, but when I hear Stelios' too-casual tone, I know right away he's taking me way more seriously than he should, and my heart aches even as I force myself to cluck my tongue. "Don't be so cocky, Mr. Diamandis. You may be the most controlling guy in the world, but the jury's still out on whether you can be just as bad as my theía."

A moment passes, and then I hear Stelios drawl, "Is that so?"

His tone is now more lazy than casual, and I bite back a sigh of relief.

"You know it's so, but I honestly don't mind because I know it's just her being—-"

"A pseudopsycopath?"

"Protective."

My husband snorts, and I'm barely able to suppress my smile. I'd never have imagined I'd be one day married to a man like Stelios Diamandis, but what's honestly surprised me even more since then is how we became each other's best friend...and because of Theía, of all people.

I would have taken offense if anyone else had referred to the older girl as a psycopath. Stelios is the only exception, and it's because I know he's the one person in this world who knows better than to judge my aunt for her condition.

"What time can you get home?" Stelios asks.

"Late?"

"Is that right?"

Since I've been married to him long enough to recognize that the mildness of his tone is a warning in itself—-

"What I mean to say is, I'll be home in time for dinner—-"

"And exactly what time would that be?"

"Seven-ish?"

"Not a minute past seven then."

"Yes, sir."

"I mean it, wife."

The possessiveness in his tone is enough to make butterflies in my stomach flutter their wings, but because I also know that's just who he is rather than being an indication of the billionaire having feelings for me—-

"Gotta go, dude."

The last thing I hear before hanging up is Stelios swearing in Greek—-

Don't let him get to you, B!

Stelios and Theía may have a lot of things in common, but I can't let myself forget that they're not exactly the same. While I truly believe that neither of them will ever want to hurt me, I also know one of them can without meaning to...and that's what's different between them.

I love Theía, and my aunt loves me back...while I'm in love with my husband, but there's no way he's in love with me, too.

Mafia Wedding

by Marian Tee

NOTE: THIS DUET IS the first time Mafia Husband and In Love With A Killer are published in one book.

Copyright 2024 by Marian Piñera

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The Flying Lady

THERE'S A BRISK KNOCK on my bedroom door before it opens, and of course it's Theía not respecting my privacy like usual.

She enters my room, and her face immediately twists into a grimace. It's not enough to make her ugly (I don't think there's anything in this world that can), but it does get the message across.

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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)

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This book was originally published under the title BEDDED AND DECEIVED.

I've never had a guy hate on me the way my boss does.

He starts glaring the moment he sees me, and when I forget to keep my distance, he warns me off like I'm one of the walking dead.

The way he's hurt me again and again should've made me throw my resignation letter at his face. But all I've ever wanted to do is throw myself into his arms.

Logic tells me we're a tragic cliché waiting to unfold. Things never end well between a cynical billionaire boss and his eternally optimistic secretary.

But still. I wanted to believe we could be the exception to the rule. I was so convinced we'd have a happy ending---until I found out my boss only bedded me for revenge.

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Chapter One

I'VE BEEN WORKING IN corporate since I was eighteen. I'm twenty-three now, so that makes five years, although most times, it seems like my noob days were five decades ago. As a fresh graduate, it took me about thirty-plus interviews before I could nail my first (underpaid) job in accounting. My real-life skills were that bad.

Thankfully, a lot has changed since then. These days, I'm what you'd probably call an old hand when it comes to job interviews, having spent significant time on both sides of the desks, for companies both big and small.

As an applicant, you're sometimes asked to proceed to Meeting Room A. Other times, you're asked to go to Conference Room 2. If you're lucky, these places live up to their names. But if you're not, then you usually end up in a place that should've only fit one person and a desk but has since been forcibly repurposed for interviewing twenty-plus fresh graduates...all at the same time.

I really thought I've seen everything there is to see in recruitment...but apparently not. They say hindsight is always 20/20, and it's true. When I think about it now, there were all those little red flags that I should've seen miles away-—

Not being asked for my CV, no sign-in required at reception, and then being led to a secret room that had a secret key-operated lift that opened to a secret floor...

By the time the elevator doors opened, I was alone and trying desperately to keep my wits together. I searched madly for a button to get me back to reception, but without a key to operate the elevator, I was stuck.

What the heck have I gotten myself into?

I forced myself to step out of the elevator, and my internal alarm bells went off when its doors immediately slid shut behind me.

Shit.

The carpeted hallway was dimly lit and eerily silent. It led straight down to a single unmarked door at the very end, and my heart threatened to gallop out of my chest.

Keagan had insisted I take a day off from work to apply for this. She had even described it as 'the dream job I never even dared to dream of having.'

At that time, I had thought to myself, What's there to lose?

Now, however, I'm thinking, You stupid, stupid fool!

I had a good life. Not exciting - at all - but it was a good life nonetheless, and alive-but-bored was a whole lot better than something-dangerous-killed me, always.

Oh, Keagan, you better be telling the truth about this.

My knees threatened to buckle as I forced myself to get moving. Since the key-operated lift was obviously out of the question, the door was my only way out...of just this place hopefully, and not of the world.

I tested the knob with trembling fingers, and I didn't know whether to feel dread or hope when it turned right away, and the door slowly swung open.

Oh.

A monstrosity of a room yawned before me, so huge that it didn't even feel right to simply call it a room. It was downright colossal, with brick walls that went all the way up to thirty-foot-tall ceilings with exposed wooden beams overhead.

The sheer size and height of the space was daunting, and I couldn't help feeling jumpy and jittery as I took a step inside the room and heard the door swing shut behind me.

What the heck have I gotten myself into?

The question echoed endlessly in my mind as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. While the room wasn't completely dark, the finer details of the place were swallowed up by the shadows, and I could only take in the larger-than-life elements.

First thing that caught my eye was the massive bronze chandelier suspended from the ceiling. It looked like it hadn't been used for centuries, but it still looked beautiful...in an austere, deadly sort of way. It made me imagine medieval death traps, like when an English lord would use a secret lever to have the chandelier come crashing down on his hateful wife's head, and he'd finally be free to marry his one true love—-

I quickly shoved the thought to the back burner.

Now was definitely not the time to let my imagination get carried away.

Keep your head together, T.G.!

I let myself look around, but the more I saw, the more it felt like I had time-traveled back into the Middle Ages. Heraldic banners and battle-scene tapestries hanging on the walls. Torches lit by real, honest-to-goodness fire. And at the center of it all was a gigantic slab of stone that could very well be the world's most imposing desk. Or maybe it was the stone altar right out of Narnia. Who knew?

At this point, I was ready to believe (and fear) anything, and I could only dig my nails into my palms as I forced my gaze to wander past the stone table—-

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