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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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LET'S GO SHOPPING

Apple was confused when she was called this morning by a woman who said that she was chosen to be a model for her company, through the selection that was made.

Oh, please, Apple never even took part in such things, so how could she win a competition she didn't even know about?

"Where did you get my number?" Apple asked, confused, because she was sure not many people have her contact details, since there were only less than two hundred numbers in her contacts.

"From the Stardust Studio," the woman replied in a calm voice.

When she heard the name, of course Apple knew what the deal with the studio was, but she needed more explanation for this.

"Who's the photographer?" Apple asked again, just to confirm her guess.

"Ivan Andreas," the woman on the other end of the phone answered without hesitation and this confirmed Apple's previous conjecture.