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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

jikanyotomare · Urbano
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LET'S GO

Ian hadn't been to this place in a long time, he couldn't even remember the last time he was here. Or maybe it was because he didn't want to remember it at all.

But whatever it was, Ian's being here now was of course for a completely different reason.

He walked in as his eyes looked around the room, with a face that looked completely unconcerned about his surroundings.

Because it was still not too late, there were not too many visitors to the Arena and only a few old customers could be seen who were almost always there.

Most of them recognized Ian and greeted him quite kindly. Well, it was quite a friendly greeting for a place as loud as this.

"What should I do?" Ian asked in a low voice. He wore an earpiece to communicate with the people in the van, outside this Arena, where Diego, Lexus and several others were waiting for his 'go' signal.