Jossie Finnah

Miya, a twenty- four-year-old lady trying to survive while searching for the man who had killed her parents when she was just six. “Please tell your boss not to smile at me” Miya facepalmed “Why?” “How can someone be this handsome? God is being partial here. How can He mold his son this beautiful and me”, pointing at herself “his daughter like a chicken” Maxwell used all the strength in him to swallow his laughter? He wasn't very knowledgeable about this girl, but he knew two things; one, she was a prostitute, calling herself daughter of God was just funny. Two, she was the beautiful one, calling herself chicken was another thing to laugh about. She was an angel, gorgeous. He paused when he realized what he was thinking. … “I love you” Maxwell confessed “Are you crazy?! Do you know I'm a prostitute?” Miya screamed but quickly lowered her voice around the last part of her speech “You are not anymore. I promise I'll pay for everyday you spend with me” Maxwell replied, causing Miya to frown at him “Even if I don't have s*x with you?” “Even if you don't have s*x with me” “How much? How much do you plan to pay me if I choose to stay with you every day" Miya raised a brow “Any amount you want” “How rich are you?” She wondered, she didn't know she said it out loud, but he replied anyway “Very”

Luca Ferraro, an Italian boss is a revered Italian mafia boss with a cold heart that is thawed by Elena Rossetti, a kleptomaniac woman who agrees to marry him when caught stealing from him to avoid a death sentence. Elena Rossetti grew up fending for herself by stealing, she lives an average life until she steals from the dangerous Luca Ferraro, her only way out is marriage to a man she should be scared of. Why did Luca Ferraro give her marriage as a punishment? When love suddenly visits them, will it be enough to help them weather the storm? “Do you trust me, Elena?” My eyes were widened but I nodded either way. “Of course, I do” I quickly said. “Is it wrong to say that I want you… if you want me?” He whispered, resting his chin on my head. “No” “Then Elena, I care, I f*ck*ng care. With all the twisted part of myself and I want this to…be real… to get hold you in my arms without feeling like you're gonna slip away. I think what I needed to realize this was the feeling of losing you at the meeting. F*ck I was about to go livid” he breathed out. I was silent, just absorbing everything he was trusting me with. “Elena…” his voice had dropped to a desperate whisper that made my skin tingle. “Yes?” I managed to say between shaky breaths. “Don't leave me” he whispered before he wrapped a hand around my waist and pressed his lips against mine. He hadn't said he loved me yet…but he cared…he liked me…and maybe…maybe he did love me deep down.