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It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife!

“I think we couldn't do 'that' just yet, since you're still recovering…” Hailee answered hesitantly, trying to find a reasonable excuse for her current situation. "Bulsh * t," Ramon cursed and got out of their extraordinarily luxurious bed. With impatient steps, the man approached Hailee, like a hunter about to catch his prey. “I'll prove that I'm okay. Better than the best." He confirmed his last word with a meaningful smile. “…” Ugh! *** Hailee found herself being sold by her adopted sister, Aileen, after the death of their parents in an accident. However, on the very night she was supposed to serve the bastard who had won the auction, Hailee managed to escape by killing him. Now, Hailee was in fresh pursuit and must flee the city to escape the accomplices of the man she killed. While she was fleeing from her pursuers, Hailee accidentally met Ramon who was dying from an accident, to avoid those who were after her, Hailee pretends to be Giana, the lover Ramon had been hiding from the public eye. Things got more complicated when Ramon woke up and said he couldn't remember anything. Hailee of course can take advantage of this and continue pretending to be Giana, but how long? And what about the real Giana? ============== ##Meet me on instragram : jikan_yo_tomare ##Cover from Pinterest Check out my other stories: **The Love of a Lycan **PURPLE DAWN TILL DUSK: dearest through the time **THE STORY OF DUSK

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COMEBACK TO ME

With his eyes darkened, he tried to walk toward the bathroom while clutching his head which was throbbing painfully.

Ramon had never felt such pain before and although occasionally some memories flashed through his head about the events of four years ago or old memories that he had forgotten, the pain had never been like this.

Ramon staggered toward the bathroom and when he was inside, he quickly closed the door so the groans of pain that escaped his lips wouldn't wake up Hailee and worry her, as that was the last thing he wanted.

The voice of Dr. Mark, his therapist, echoed in his head again, reminding him of what to do if something like this happened.

So, slowly, Ramon followed the instructions he remembered and sat leaning on the cold bathroom floor. He then tried to catch his breath and let the memories flow by themselves and didn't try to fight back.