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President's Pampered First Love

[Status: Ongoing] "If I run away?" "I will love, care, and pamper you so much you won't even think about it." ________ ”Wait…" The president's stern voice rang across the silent room. "Yes, sir anything else?"She asked. The president coughed. "Umm, my parents invited you to dinner tonight."He informed. "Yes sir I will be there, "Genesis responded in the same cold voice he used. Her heels clicked and he watched her until she finally left and the door closed. Aiden sighed and tapped the pen on the table. 'Does she hate me that much?' He wondered with a frown. He groaned upset that they had made absolutely no process whatsoever. Genesis closed the door and sat back on her desk. She placed her hand on her chest where her heart was racing. "Get over yourself already." She mumbled in a soft voice. She twirled in her chair, with her eyes closed. 'No office romance.No office romance.No office romance.No office romance.' She chanted inwardly. ***** "Didn't you say you didn't care whether I went back with my ex or not!?" She furiously glared at him. He smirked in response. "If all my past attempts at keeping you by my side failed, why would I let that bastard take you away from me? I won't let you walk away again!" He has liked her for years unfortunately she was already engaged to the love of her. In the end, she became his wife instead... (Original work) Instagram: author.lizmorgan Discord: lizmorgan#9231 Discord Link: https://discord.gg/pA7JTjngJv

lizmorgan · 都市
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It's not the whole truth

Grace retreated the keys of her car and sighed, letting her shoulders drop as she headed back home.

Today was a long day. She had nearly exhausted all of her strength and had nothing else to hope for except going home to rest in her husband's arms. Or at least that is what she planned, what she hoped she would have the chance to do.

When she was on her way home from the corner of her eye she watched a strangely familiar figure exit a car and walk towards the door of a restaurant. Before entering the man turned his face and spoke to one of the employees in the front of the restaurant, he seemed to be giving his reservation number. When he finished he headed inside.

A shock went through Grace's body as she pressed her foot on the brakes, earning various curses from the car owners behind her.

She parked the car and gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles had turned white. She squared her jaw and started to think.