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THE BILLIONAIRE'S BREEDER (The cursed one)

What will you do if the person you had a one-night stand with last weekend appears in your office as your new secretary? Cursed by a powerful witch at a young age, Richmond Ashvery finds himself in a dilemma. From the outside, he has everything life has to offer, He is young, he is a billionaire, and the most eligible bachelor in the country. But everything isn't what it seems... He is the only surviving child of the most powerful Alpha in the whole of Capitol City and the next in line for the throne. His father is getting old and all eyes are on him. The news of his curse is rapidly circulating, reaching his enemies who have their greedy eyes on his pack. "Kill the Alpha, kill the son, and take over their land," they whisper. But what they don't know is much bigger than they expect. A terrible demon resides inside Richmond as a product of the curse. For years, he had kept the demon imprisoned inside him. But lately, the demon is in a rage at being imprisoned and is trying to take over Richmond's mind and body. His secretary isn't helping matters. He isn't one to involve himself in office romance, he sees it as a waste of time. But Anne Mccody is an alluring siren, pulling at all his strings. War is coming to his clan, and it is all because of him... Will he give in to the darkness within or will Anne become his shining light in the darkness?

SkyWings · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
264 Chs

I CAN'T FAULT NOAH

I CAN'T FAULT NOAH

The driver drove into the mansion's grand driveway, the gravel crunching beneath the wheels of the sleek black car.

Richmond stepped down from the vehicle, his polished shoes tapping on the cobblestone pathway. His father's imposing mansion stood before him, an architectural marvel that had been in the family for generations.

Richmond had spent his lifetime here, but today, as he walked towards the towering front doors, it felt different, as if a storm were brewing within the walls of the mansion.

A servant, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile and neatly pressed uniform, passed by as Richmond entered the main building. She curtsied politely and said, "Good evening, sir." Her voice held a note of genuine respect.