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It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife!

“I think we couldn't do 'that' just yet, since you're still recovering…” Hailee answered hesitantly, trying to find a reasonable excuse for her current situation. "Bulsh * t," Ramon cursed and got out of their extraordinarily luxurious bed. With impatient steps, the man approached Hailee, like a hunter about to catch his prey. “I'll prove that I'm okay. Better than the best." He confirmed his last word with a meaningful smile. “…” Ugh! *** Hailee found herself being sold by her adopted sister, Aileen, after the death of their parents in an accident. However, on the very night she was supposed to serve the bastard who had won the auction, Hailee managed to escape by killing him. Now, Hailee was in fresh pursuit and must flee the city to escape the accomplices of the man she killed. While she was fleeing from her pursuers, Hailee accidentally met Ramon who was dying from an accident, to avoid those who were after her, Hailee pretends to be Giana, the lover Ramon had been hiding from the public eye. Things got more complicated when Ramon woke up and said he couldn't remember anything. Hailee of course can take advantage of this and continue pretending to be Giana, but how long? And what about the real Giana? ============== ##Meet me on instragram : jikan_yo_tomare ##Cover from Pinterest Check out my other stories: **The Love of a Lycan **PURPLE DAWN TILL DUSK: dearest through the time **THE STORY OF DUSK

jikanyotomare · Urban
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THEODORE'S RAGE

Dillon was awakened by the loud sound of the bell from the intercom in his apartment which was repeatedly pressed by someone, indicating that this guest was hell bent on waking him from his deep sleep.

What the hell is wrong with this person!

Grumbling and rolling out of bed, Dillon then stumbled toward the intercom near the door of his apartment.

With an irritated expression and sleepy eyes, he rubbed his face roughly to bring back some of his consciousness.

But, it seemed that that was no longer needed, because as soon as he saw who the guest that came to his apartment this late at night, the remnants of his sleepiness disappeared and a name left his lips in surprise.

"Giana?" The frown on his forehead deepened, because he saw the woman came alone, and from her expression, it seemed that Giana was not in a good mood, it could also be seen from how she pressed the bell button on the intercom without pause.