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Senator's Rebel Wife is a Genius

«What is it that you want from me?» ~ May «Everything, little rabbit. Everything.» ~ Senator Christopher Lindt. Among all the people who could find out May's secret, why did it have to be Senator Lindt, her grandfather's main opponent? And why does he seem intentioned of maintaining her secret instead of using it for his gain? Delivered to his house like a package with a note attached, she finds herself in front of a choice: running away from Chris Lindt and forgetting about him, or staying to understand why does her heart beat faster when he's in the same room. Is it just because he's charming, powerful, and has a deadly foxy grin? Christopher Lindt, the young leader of the opposition, loves challenges. The rebel girl delivered to him as a gift from a local mafia lord is indeed a challenge: the Prime minister's granddaughter and, at the same time, a warrior against her own family. As they know each other better, more mysteries resurface after years of silence: from May's father's death to the way the leader of the rebels predicts the future. This is a CEO-romance-like story, with a little political intrigue enriched by sci-fi and family secrets. WARNINGS: Smut content. This ML is the most cunning of all my MLs, so be careful around him. I don't own the cover image, credits to the artists.

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A jerk!

It was the middle of the night when May tried turning in bed. There was something in her way, making her breathe with difficulty. She wished to lean on the side, to be more comfortable.

However, she couldn't. And the very reason was that grip around her waist.

She woke up all of a sudden, realising someone was in the same bed as her. What had happened? She tried recollecting the events, but it was difficult.

She remembered reaching the Pearl Palace, talking with Chris... But then? Oh, one thing was sure: the man next to her must have been him. At least, she was safe.

She tried moving his hand away, hoping to sneak out of bed but failing miserably. No matter how hard she clutched his fingers or hand, they wouldn't move. And she had to be careful not to wake him if she wanted to be sneaky!

«Don't move,» she heard right on her neck. It was a low, sleepy whisper. Chris had woken up, apparently. «It's your fault if we're in this situation. Let me sleep.»