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Domineering Billionaire Husband: Please Love Me Gently

She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died. "I only have two questions," she said. "The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don't need to pay my debt?" Mike: "Yes. And your second question...?" Crystal: "Okay, I haven't reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won't take effect. Is that right?" Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, "If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn't. Do you believe that?" "I suppose so," Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate. Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" "What does that have to do with our divorce?" Crystal asked. "I'm only asking because I care about you," Nathan murmured. Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan's face. "I'll be happy if you say that you care about me," Nathan continued. "Why must you torture me this way? Haven't I done enough to prove my love for you?" She was stunned hearing his confession and words stuck on her throat. Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, "I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!"

AnnaShannel_Lin · Urban
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Chapter 190: Gerald Emerged

Nathan's ire began to rise when he saw what was in the box. It was a tusk from a wild boar, the 500 kilograms boar that he'd killed when he was only nine years old. As he stared at it, his mind began to flood with images from that day, and his head began to ache. 'My pills!" he cried. 'I need my pills!"

Nathan pressed against his temples with his knuckles. It felt like his heart was in a clamp, and it was getting tighter. He grabbed at Vic's jacket as the pain brought him to his knees.

Vic turned and glared at Christine, and when he saw that she was smiling, he wanted to kill her. 'You little bitch!" he roared. 'You did this! It is all your fault!"

Christine chuckled and said, 'Chill your tits, Daddy-o." Then, much to his surprise, she produced a brown bottle from between her breasts and threw it to Vic.