Her Obsession ( Dark Mafia Romance) Book 1 and 2

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Her Obsession features a Mafia woman consumed by her stepdaughter.
Obsessed to the point where getting rid of the mother felt like the best idea.
Obsessed to the point where she couldn’t stop thinking about her, no matter how hard she tried.
Obsessed to the point where having her close hurt more than she was willing to admit.
Book 1 is available in Basic, Premium, and Exclusive tiers.
Book 2 is available only in Premium and Exclusive tiers.

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