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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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MORNING ARTICLE

Zia's hand reached out to search for something when she was awakened by the sound of endless messages and calls, as if whoever was calling her now, was trying to get her attention in any way.

But, it's too early for anything to happen, right? Zia stared at her phone screen with sleepy eyes and saw dozens of messages and missed calls.

What's really going on? Did something important happen?

While rubbing her face to get rid of her sleepiness a bit, Zia opened the first message, which immediately answered her question.

Her eyes widened when she read the message.

The first thing she saw was a link sent by her friends in the group chat as well as their mostly inquiring messages;

'Is that you Zia?'

'The person in the photo looks a lot like you.'

'Are you related to Aidan Smith?'

'Are you the woman everyone has been talking about?'