A black-hearted Hong Kong heiress x a fanatical Italian godfather
Everyone knew that Mr. Wen, the famous underworld power broker in Michigan, was keeping a broke little bird from the East.
The girl had an angelically innocent face. She was sweet and soft, and a wonderful actress. One day she claimed she couldn't afford tuition; the next, she said she'd been bullied at her restaurant job. She tricked the all-powerful man into lavishing money on her, until he had even given her his heart.
His friends teased him. "Are you raising a daughter or a spoiled princess?"
Wen Xiyan tapped off his cigarette ash, his gaze so tender it could melt the heart. "She's a complicated girl. She doesn't feel secure. I'll spoil her a little more and let her do as she pleases."
Then graduation season arrived, and he had a magnificent engagement ring ready to propose with. But all he found at the manor was an empty house.
So the poor little thing had been faking it. Not a word she said was true, and even her name was made up.
*
A cruise ship banquet glittered with finery on Victoria Harbour as the Liang Group officially announced its next-generation heir.
Halfway through the party, the head of Europe's most mysterious financial dynasty arrived in person, leaving the whole room in an uproar.
The man's deep blue eyes swept over the crowd and fixed on the Liang family's eldest daughter, frozen in place.
The "honest man" she'd thoroughly fooled sauntered over and elegantly lifted the wineglass in her hand with his long fingers.
"Long time no see, my broke little sweetheart."
Wen Xiyan bent down and chuckled in her ear. "So this is what your family's 'little business' looks like."
*
Liang Xincheng had run away for a very simple reason. At first, she only thought he was handsome, had a great body, and knew exactly how to please someone in bed.
It was nothing more than a consensual situationship between two adults.
Who could have guessed the old man would get more and more controlling? He policed the length of her skirts and the time she came home at night. If she smiled at someone else even once, he'd punish her severely that night.
She'd had her fun, so of course she took off.
Who knew the man really was a complete control freak?
"You think I'm some good-natured philanthropist?"
The room was dim, the bed in disarray. The man slowly removed his watch, his deep blue eyes gleaming with pleasure and madness.
"The Mafia's dictionary has no such thing as an amicable breakup. Only widowhood and family discipline."
"Which one do you think Daddy will use on you tonight?"
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The male lead is not in the Mafia! His business is legal where he operates.
Theme: If freedom is at stake, both can be cast aside
