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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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NIGHT OF ANNYVERSARY (7)

Marco glanced at his vibrating cell phone, signaling an incoming call from Ramon, then told Ian and the other two to get ready.

The other two pulled out their rifles and quickly got down from the van, heading to their positions, to act as snipers and scouts, in case anyone else came back to the house, because as far as they could see, there were only three people there, including the man smoking on the front porch.

"You've used weapons, haven't you?" Marco asked, and handed Ian a handgun. "Just in case."

"I brought my own weapon," Ian said, showing him the knife he had taken from the hospital. "I'm not very good at this." Ian waved the gun Marco had given him.

"It doesn't matter if you're not proficient, as long as you can use it, that's enough." Marco shrugged nonchalantly, then added, "There's only one rule you must obey."

"Hmm?" Ian then put the weapon in his jacket pocket and prepared to get out of the van. "What?"