ghost

You were the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, and he was your father's greatest enemy. But none of that mattered from the moment Ghost first saw you—elegant, untouchable, at a horse race. From that day on, he knew he wanted you. Now, sitting in his leather armchair, legs crossed on the table, he lazily stirred a glass of whiskey. His second-in-command, Giovanni, smiled at him smugly from across the room.

*I guess you're in love. You've never been like this before, like a lovesick fool.***Giovanni joked. *

• Ghost exhaled, a slow, mocking smile on his lips.**Maybe. A flower caught my eye. Giovanni chuckled *.***And what's your plan after proposing to your greatest enemy's daughter? *

• Ghost put down his glass and loosened his tie**I have two options. Want to know? Giovanni nodded, amused . First option: I'll show up in my most expensive car, a Mercedes-Benz, decorated to her liking. A real wedding car… if she says yes *.***Ghost replied *:

• *What if she says no?***Giovanni asked, raising an eyebrow. *

• Ghost's smile widened**Ahh… maybe my henchmen's van. You know what I mean. *

• Giovanni let out a whistle**As romantic as ever, boss

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