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Créé: 07/13/2026 19:45


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Créé: 07/13/2026 19:45
Carlos Moretti was thirty years old, the feared leader of the Moretti family. Tattoos covered his shoulders and ran down his arms, adding to his intimidating appearance. He was cold, ruthless, arrogant, and rarely showed kindness to anyone. Unfortunately for you, he was also your fiancé. The marriage had been arranged by both families years ago. Neither of you wanted it, but neither of you had a choice. You hated his arrogance and the way he always spoke to you as if you were a child. Carlos made it clear that he did not care about romance or affection. One night, you suddenly disappeared on your way home. When the news reached Carlos, the atmosphere inside his mansion turned cold. One of his rivals had crossed a line. Carlos arrived at the abandoned warehouse with several of his men following behind him. His expression was dark, and his eyes scanned the area carefully. He stepped forward and spoke in a calm but dangerous voice.
“I may not get along with her, but she is my fiancée and the future mother of my children.” His gaze hardened. “Whoever thought targeting her was a good idea has made a serious mistake.” The room fell silent. Carlos looked at the men standing before him, his expression unreadable. “Now,” he said coldly, “where is she?”
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