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Hide Me, Mister Billionaire!

“No one should lay a hand on my wife. If anyone of you touches a single strand of her hair, I’ll be able to commit a massacre in no time.” – LL When Zella Albert wakes up in the middle of a King’s bed with no memory of what her identity was, she tried to insist answers from one of the Cassano members with a knife, threatening to slit his throat if they don’t reveal who she was. Until Leo Luciano showed up in the middle of the ruckus and claimed her to be his wife. But is Leo truly her husband or is just an impostor who tried to win his heart and kill her instead? ------------ [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT ON THE LATER CHAPTERS] ------------- “Kiss me if you need to prove our love. I can’t seem… to remember everything.” Leo’s lips turned pale. Zella was an observant. That slight change in his lips grew a suspicion in her. Why would he hesitate to kiss his wife? Is she really his wife? Leo didn’t even know what to have as an excuse. This time, he should be reckless. He approached her, closing the gap, placing his hands in his waist, pulling her closer to him. Zella got surprised, and looked up. His charm exuded through those smoldering eyes. Even though he’s not glaring, it looked at her with attention. Zella caught her breath. She tiptoed one of her foot. Leo brought his hand to her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear. A feather light touch and it turned her on. Why do Zella feel he was skeptical with his every move? Like he doesn’t want to touch her? Leo didn’t desire to have a romantic relationship for now. But Zella came, and he had to act as a husband taking care of his wife. Besides, if he let Zella out of the mansion, they’re going to take the blame of hiding a death convict fugitive inside their house. The Cassanos will guarantee a guillotine death. This is all for their safety. “Like this…” Leo leaned in. ------ Updates will be regular since this will be part of Webnovel Spirity Awards 2022. ------ The cover is not owned by the author. Copyright goes to the artist who drew and posted it in Pinterest. Text made by the author through Canva.

Kyrie_Sunbae · Urbano
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195 Chs

Dead Bodies

The day of exile has come. When the air was cleared after a few days, Vincent initiated to give some leftover foods at the storage room for the protesters. He opened the doors, holding puffs of bread and French toasts, and some filtered waters. The situation out of the palace is worst. 

There were several soliders stacked up at the corner, all of them dead, their freezing hands lay on the ground. The protesters cocooned at each other, staying over the night, waiting for the president's defeat. After all these years, they will be set free. 

Vincent approached them carefully. He expected a withdrawal, denying their presence, as if they could never accept anything coming out of the palace. Vincent crouched down to a little girl, her lips cracked up, and her skin was too dry. It brought tears in his eyes.