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My Irresistible Sugarplum

They say. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Yeah! That statement is so damn true, and aside from that, no one dies a virgin, because life fucks us all. *** Natasha Adam is a young orphan. She had to fend for herself and her younger sister. Life had been incredibly cruel to her, leaving her with no choice but to accept a contract marriage as the wife of Ace Douglas, a disabled Cold-hearted CEO. He's a multibillionaire, and everyone fears him because of his cruel personality. Natasha's contract states that she should not fall in love with her contracted husband... Because Ace's reason for marrying her was to prevent his parents from arranging blind dates for him. 'But what if she can't help her feelings?' 'Would her contracted husband sue her for breach of contract, or would he reciprocate his feelings for her?' **Excerpt** "Be my wife." A hypnotic deep voice declared. "Be my wife, and I promise to give you everything!" The voice echoed throughout the living room. Natasha has no idea where the voice is coming from, but she suspects the owners aren't far away. "Be my..." Before the owner of the voice complete his sentence. She cut him off. "Sure! So, can you fucking come out of your hiding place, and let's talk marriage stuff properly?" Natasha demanded loudly. ** Excerpt** "You are not permitted to speak to me, stare at me, or come anywhere near me." His cold voice echoed around the room. "But.... What makes you think I'd stare at you? Besides, you're not that handso..." My voice trailed off. I couldn't finish my statement because he fiercely gaze at me. I wasn't scared of him, but rather I'm hypnotized by him. "Are you deaf? Or did you forget what I said about not staring at me? Come on! Close your mouth because you're drooling." He declared, clearly frustrated. "Hahaha. Why won't I drool? Besides, you're sexy." I declared, before winking seductively. WSA THEME: ROMANCE

Elona_Alone · Urban
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152 Chs

Vacation.

"You just received a text message." Ace stated that he noticed I didn't bother to read the text message.

I turn my gaze to him and smile briefly. "Oh, you mean the text message? It's from Tisha, and I don't want to hear any of her gripes." I lied because I didn't have any other choice.

Ace smiled, and with that, I accelerated the car engine and drove away. Ace gave me the address to his new mansion, so all I had to do was safely drive the two of us there.

It took me four minutes to get to his new mansion, and I immediately gasped in admiration when I saw it.

The mansion is painted white and is a lovely duplex. The atmosphere alone gives the impression of being in a house.

I pulled over in front of the garage and was astounded to see a butler dressed in white trousers and a black shirt.

Ace Butler, who appears to be in his late sixties, approached me with a wide smile on his face. "Hello and good afternoon." I greeted him right away.