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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

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[ESTELA] Christmas Vacation with the Kids . . . but where’s Hubby?

"Mom . . . where's dad?"

Zachary asked. His head rose with his innocent round puppy eyes, holding one of his presents in front of the gigantic Christmas tree.

We were in Santa clause village in Finland to spend our Christmas together as a family. We just arrived today. After getting ourselves settled in one of the private village hotels, Zachary went to the fireplace where the gigantic Christmas tree and dozens of towering gifts were located. He couldn't contain his excitement in opening his present, but he frowned when he noticed his father hadn't arrived yet.

It was already past dinner, and it was Christmas Eve. A few hours and it would be Christmas, and Zhander was still nowhere to be found. 

What was he doing business in time of their vacation and in Christmas Eve no less!

I smiled and rocked my chair with my baby girl, Estelle, Ella, for short, in my embrace, soundly sleeping after I fed her.