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Loving The Temperamental Adonis

He stormed into the room, his gray eyes narrowing as he saw the faint trace of a fingerprint on her face. Fury flashed across his face, and he demanded, "Who the fuck did this to you?!" She hesitated, aware of his explosive temper and scared that he might turn on her if she told him that his so called girlfriend, Davina had slapped her for mistakenly dropping a glass. "Nobody, just an accident." she replied, attempting to downplay the situation. A humorless laugh escaped Neil's lips, his gray eyes ablaze with anger. "Nobody? You think I'll let someone get away with hurting you? Tell me, Harrison, or I swear I'll make it my mission to punish every single person in this goddamn building." Knowing he never gave empty threats, Mia opened her mouth and whispered, "It-it was your girlfriend..." Few minutes later, Mia was astonished to witness what he did to his girlfriend for daring to hit her. "Nobody dares lay a filthy hand on something that is mine. Mia Harrison is not my lover, but she is my woman." Meet Neil Wayner, a famous soldier on a secret mission and a successful CEO, with a temper that could burn the world. Love, marriage, he doesn't believe in such things. But when she slowly began to slip her way into his life, he claimed her as his woman. On the other hand, meet Mia Harrison a girl from a poor town studying Journalism in an expensive university with dreams of making it big someday, but when she met Neil Wayner, who is on a secret mission in the University she studies in, things took a turn in Mia's life. Witness the roller coaster romance between a raging devil and a beautiful angel. ** Note: Mature Content. No Rape. *** Disclaimer: cover pic isn't mine, will take it down if the owner wants me to.

Ash20 · Urban
Not enough ratings
251 Chs

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Neil stepped into his luxurious black bathroom, feeling the cool, dark tiles envelop him in a sense of solitude. He had personally gotten some interior designers to rebuild the bathroom just like the one in his main mansion, because he hated changes in his life, thus any house he moved to, he would make them look like the other. And just like all the others, the bathroom was a reflection of his cold, unemotional nature, with every detail carefully chosen to create an atmosphere of detachment. The bath itself was a deep, soothing black, as if it had been molded from the night sky itself.