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I Ruined Mr. Tyrant's Wedding

"What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Mori?" "I told you, I want a bride. You took my bride, you bring me another one." She snickered. "You want me to become a matchmaker?" "No, sweetheart," he stood from his seat and leaned forward. Both his hands were flat on the desk as he crouched and peered down at Allie's piercing eyes. Evan stared at her green eyes darkly. They were so alive like a lovely summer forest, yet at the same time they were unnervingly cold and fearless. He didn't like her defiance. "You will take her place. You will be my bride." [WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL BILLIONAIRE LOVE STORY. THIS MAY CONTAIN DARK THEMES!]

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Caught at a red light

In a world where the powerful ruled, one would be surprised how much violence was used by the influential to maintain their social standing.

But as someone who grew up witnessing violence in her own home, it wasn't surprising for Allie that a man like Evan would go as far as to chop off his enemy's hands. She hadn't seen him do it yet, but his words didn't seem empty. She felt like he could do it without batting an eye.

Most of the time, Allie was a good judge of character. Judging Evan now, the odds of him doing that seemed pretty high.

"It's too early to chop off their hands. Maybe you can offer that later," she said and finally stood up. "I am off to work."

One more glance at Evan, and Allie left the room. Sitting with Evan while he said things like that didn't sit well with her. He appeared to be someone who wouldn't hesitate to use violence. In the war between him and the Graywoods, Allie wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.