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Loving The Temperamental Adonis

He stormed into the room, his gray eyes narrowing as he saw the faint trace of a fingerprint on her face. Fury flashed across his face, and he demanded, "Who the fuck did this to you?!" She hesitated, aware of his explosive temper and scared that he might turn on her if she told him that his so called girlfriend, Davina had slapped her for mistakenly dropping a glass. "Nobody, just an accident." she replied, attempting to downplay the situation. A humorless laugh escaped Neil's lips, his gray eyes ablaze with anger. "Nobody? You think I'll let someone get away with hurting you? Tell me, Harrison, or I swear I'll make it my mission to punish every single person in this goddamn building." Knowing he never gave empty threats, Mia opened her mouth and whispered, "It-it was your girlfriend..." Few minutes later, Mia was astonished to witness what he did to his girlfriend for daring to hit her. "Nobody dares lay a filthy hand on something that is mine. Mia Harrison is not my lover, but she is my woman." Meet Neil Wayner, a famous soldier on a secret mission and a successful CEO, with a temper that could burn the world. Love, marriage, he doesn't believe in such things. But when she slowly began to slip her way into his life, he claimed her as his woman. On the other hand, meet Mia Harrison a girl from a poor town studying Journalism in an expensive university with dreams of making it big someday, but when she met Neil Wayner, who is on a secret mission in the University she studies in, things took a turn in Mia's life. Witness the roller coaster romance between a raging devil and a beautiful angel. ** Note: Mature Content. No Rape.

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In it together

He groaned in pain as he tried to open his eyes, but it seemed his strength failed him. His head throbbed as if a hammer had dropped on his skull, and his limbs felt sore as if he'd been dragged on rough ground while unconscious. The pain in his head was so intense that Neil wanted to remain unconscious and not try to wake up. But then, in the haze of crumbling back into unconsciousness, he heard a faint voice beside him, followed by a familiar hand tracing his face. The hand was so soothing, and it felt real.

Only his wife's touch felt like that. His heart knotted at the realization that he must be dreaming. He'd missed her so much that he didn't want to wake up from this beautiful dream where his head was lying on her lap and her fingers were tracing his face. He could even hear her voice calling him to wake up. But how could he wake up when he knew she wasn't there? He could only feel her in his sleep, not when awake. He'd rather remain like this.