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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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279 Chs

[Falling] [Pest]

[Falling]

"Leanna, I'm glad you are trying to help. But you don't have to worry. I got everything under control. I'm going to return all your money to you."

That was fast. I thought. 

It had only been two days since I decided to invest all my money in the Fay's business empire. I thought it would take a week before Cain would notice. Or hopefully never.

My fingers ran across the television screen, caressing his lovely face like he was in front of me.

"I miss you . . . ," I said instead of answering his question.

Cain was taken aback. He was surprised since I rarely said words of love. It was always him who said affectionate words.

He briefly closed his eyes and opened them with a newfound tenderness. His fingers motioned on the screen, caressing my face.

"I miss you too . . ."

. . .

. . .