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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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"Calm down Giana…" Dillon tried to get this woman to stop her tantrum and start listening to him, but it required an extra effort just to do so.

And it was only after two full hours of Giana pouring out her emotions, anger, irritation and sadness that she got a little better.

Now, Giana was sitting beside her bed with broken glass pieces and other shattered objects scattered around her. But she didn't care.

And for now, Dillon didn't care either, as long as Giana stayed calm. That's what's important now.

Dillon then moved closer to Giana, sat next to her, leaning his back against the side of the bed, just like she did.

"I want a drink," Giana said. Her throat felt like an arid desert, very painful after the desperate screams she had been giving out during the past two hours. Her body also felt very uncomfortable.