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THE BILLIONAIRE'S BREEDER (The cursed one)

What will you do if the person you had a one-night stand with last weekend appears in your office as your new secretary? Cursed by a powerful witch at a young age, Richmond Ashvery finds himself in a dilemma. From the outside, he has everything life has to offer, He is young, he is a billionaire, and the most eligible bachelor in the country. But everything isn't what it seems... He is the only surviving child of the most powerful Alpha in the whole of Capitol City and the next in line for the throne. His father is getting old and all eyes are on him. The news of his curse is rapidly circulating, reaching his enemies who have their greedy eyes on his pack. "Kill the Alpha, kill the son, and take over their land," they whisper. But what they don't know is much bigger than they expect. A terrible demon resides inside Richmond as a product of the curse. For years, he had kept the demon imprisoned inside him. But lately, the demon is in a rage at being imprisoned and is trying to take over Richmond's mind and body. His secretary isn't helping matters. He isn't one to involve himself in office romance, he sees it as a waste of time. But Anne Mccody is an alluring siren, pulling at all his strings. War is coming to his clan, and it is all because of him... Will he give in to the darkness within or will Anne become his shining light in the darkness?

SkyWings · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
264 Chs

AWKWARD ARRANGEMENT IN THE CAR

AWKWARD ARRANGEMENT IN THE CAR

Richmond, seemingly amused, dismissed the plea with a nonchalant laugh. "Don't be stupid, Jackson. With money, everyone is replaceable."

Richmond was angry with Jackson for trying to involve his father into a matter that didn't concern him. If Jackson thought he would give him back the job, he had a bigger thing coming.

Even if he was planning on giving him back the job earlier, now he was never going to allow Jackson drive him ever again.

A surge of fury coursed through Jackson's veins, and he stormed away, unable to contain his indignation.

The words hung in the air, and Anne felt a pang of discomfort. Richmond, calling Jackson back, sported a small smile—an incongruity that hinted at a deeper game being played.

Jackson, drawn back by the possibility of reprieve, approached with hope in his eyes. Richmond's next words, however, dashed that hope.

"Give me the keys to the car," Richmond commanded.