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Too Dangerous To Mate

After eighteen years in the Tate family, Paige Tate suddenly found out that she wasn't her parents' daughter. Their biological daughter was back, and Paige was abandoned. They were about to send Paige back to her hometown, which was an allegedly poor county... However, the so-called poor county turned out to be the area where the most expensive villas in the country gathered! Overnight, she went from a fake daughter of a relatively rich family to a real daughter of a top family! Her biological parents doted on her unconditionally. They allowed her to have at least 1.6 million dollars as her pocket money, drive whichever luxury car in the garage she favored, buy whatever customized luxuries in the world she pleased, and choose any top school she preferred. If she didn't want to go to school, she could kill her time with the family business! What shocked Paige the most was that she had a fiancé... Her fiancé proposed to break off the engagement, and Paige didn't give a damn. However, she was confused by what happened afterward. He had proposed to break off the engagement, and then he clung onto her as if he was a completely different person! He became so clingy and handsy. Paige was annoyed. "Who are you, Sir?" "Baby, I am your husband." "I don't have a husband. An ex-fiancé who wants to break off our engagement is all I have." Martin Stowe, the world's richest man, feared by everyone in the world, was speechless. He wanted to punch himself as he was so silly that he called off the marriage without even meeting Paige...

Zoe Butler · Urban
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282 Chs

Chapter 89

Slowly he manages to untangle me from the sheets and I comply with a smirk, rolling to face him again. He smiles softly, green eyes meeting mine. He presses his lips to mine slowly and kisses me languidly. I pull away with a sigh and smooth my hand over his face.

He resumes kissing me and I'm more than happy to comply. I don't feel all too sore - werewolf healing or some shit? That or I have a magical vagina - so I don't mind when he hovers above me, hands drifting to my bare chest.

I arch and mold to him and run my hands down as well to find his. Then banging starts. I'm not referring to sex, if that's what you're thinking. I'm referring to literal banging against the shed.

Of course, I think with dread as Liam rolls off with a huff and yanks the covers over us as the doorknob jiggles. I'm quick to scurry for my underwear and bra, quickly clasping it into place along with sliding my underwear on.