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Arranged Marriage: To Hear Your Voice

**Mature Content!** "I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawson, you can marry my daughter Marga but Sabrina is an exception." "Why? She's your daughter I thought you and my parents had already arranged this marriage. And I choose Sabrina. I won't marry anyone but Sabrina." "Then why Sabrina?" "Let's say that Sabrina and I have a special thing back then," Gabriel said with a little smile. Ferdinand frowned and was curious. "Well, she might deny it." Sabrina Mondragon Alvarez – is a mute rich woman. She's an introvert and hated getting along with rich people who always talk about senseless stuff. She was bullied by socialite but never they knew that behind that innocent-looking woman hides a strong and powerful aura. Being quiet doesn't mean weak but is something more dangerous than anything. Silence would lead all of her enemies to one place that can also be called danger. Soon, she'll have them in the place that she's secretly reserving for those who made her life and family miserable. She said to be someone who can't speak not until he came and chose her to be his wife. Gabriel Lawson - a rich powerful tycoon with a strong background. He fell in love with the woman he had a one night stand with and chose her to be his wife. He would do anything for her. And for those people who hurt her--they must pay a thousand folds. BOOK 2 is here! Please follow for my next novel. Click the link below or just search for Arranged Marriage: Dangerous Heiress You can follow me Discord @ TheIllusionist#4504

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Catriona was being spoiled

Enzo snuggle with his woman. But why is the love of his life furry and snoring? Catriona never snore. Then he open his eyes as it flutters and he almost curse. Where is his woman? And why are Cat's dog huddle up on their King Bed.

"Baby?" He calls and pushes the covers as he walk naked to check the bathroom. Then he took his short lying somewhere on the floor and put it on. He walk outside and saw Catriona with her walking stick.

"Hey!" He calls. She stop. "Where are you going?"

"I need a walk and—I am hungry."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" He walk closer to her, scoop her cheek and kiss her passionately. "I hate it when our pets lays on our bed. I mean—I just want to have it on our own. I already settled a room for them—why are they—ugh." He took her downstairs and place her on the chair as he wash his hands and put his apron on.

"Versace is having fun with them."