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Mark of the destiny

“Trashy ex wants to talk. He has sent a message inviting me to dinner. Should I go?” His reply in hm irking her. "Ouch…. That hurts!” She licked his bleeding lips, "Can’t help. I’m a lip biter--WOW!” Turning over he pinned her hands to the bed, “And I swear I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name forever....... Is this better?” ****** Sitting at the position of Secretary-General at the ministry of women and child affairs, Zhao Suyin was not someone to be messed with. Her razor-sharp tongue laced with sarcasm became her deadliest weapon against the evils. Dr. Wang Shi, a single father, and a renowned surgeon was anything but cold and aloof. His amiable personality combined with his killer looks and enormous wealth made him a dream man. A story of two imperfect people..... one a divorced woman and the other a single father. What will happen when their paths collide? What will happen when Suyin would know the heart beating inside Wang Shi's son belongs to her own son? Will the sparks of affection happen and continue even after knowing the truth? The story where the two falls for each other but the bitter truth separates them..... A journey of fighting against the organ traffickers to bring justice for the dead. A journey of making tough decisions. A journey to make choice between love and revenge. ****** Join me on discord https://discord.gg/RudqR3q The cover is edited by me, but the photo belongs to their respective owners. I have no right over this photo. All credits belong to the owner.

dream_ash · Urban
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356 Chs

Am I dead?

"Ow....ow...Shishi, you are hurting me," lying on her stomach, Suyin's fingers curled around the bed-sheet as Wang Shi pressed around the tender area on her naked back. She let out a breath when he withdrew his cold fingers, halting the torture. Warmth flooded when he pulled the blanket on her back. 

Lying on the pillow which had a faint fragrance of Honey, she looked sideways, shuddering as the man was now ready with a portable ultrasound machine to begin another round of torture. "Not again."

Brushing the strand of hair off of her face, he caressed her cheek, "Sorry, but there's swelling, and the skin has turned blueish. Promise it will be quick," she turned her face to the other side, squeezed her eyes shut and bite down the corner of the pillow to not let him hear her. Thankfully, he was quicker, and the torture lasted barely a few seconds.