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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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GIANA (END)

After two months renting a small house for herself, Giana felt haunted by loneliness whenever she saw the empty house that had nothing. She didn't have anyone to talk to either.

Therefore, she decided to come to this old age home. At least by being here, she would not feel lonely, at least there were people who could show her a little care and also people she could still talk to.

At the age of fifty-three, Giana lived surrounded by mostly people her age, who have absolutely no influence or have an extraordinary family background.

They were just people with ordinary backgrounds and did not have any privileges.

'I live, because I did not die.'

Maybe it was the suitable sentence to describe Giana's current situation. She was alive, but her soul was dead. She still laughed some times, but it never reached her eyes.

If the eyes were a reflection of the soul, then Giana's blank stare was a perfect reflection of how empty her soul was right now.