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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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ONE NIGHT

Misha looked at the woman who was standing in the doorway, staring at him with eyes full of disbelief. She was frozen there, not moving at all, but her piercing eyes were glued to him, while he was kissing another woman in the bed they slept in last night.

Misha thought the woman would start crying, because that was usually what happened. They would cry and start screaming angrily at him.

Sometimes the women would rush over and hit him or at least attack his new woman.

It was just that, after waiting for some time, which Misha felt was a long time, the woman still stayed frozen, not at all moving. Standing in the doorway with an unreadable face, while the woman in his arms didn't see her because she had her back to her.

"Are you going to just stand there and watch?" Misha asked in a voice that sounded very calm. He was used to dealing with complicated situations and situations as such didn't bother him at all.