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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

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279 Chs

[Banquet] [Only You]

[Leanna's POV]

[Banquet]

Songs and dances entertained everyone while mouth-watery dishes were served on each table.

I ignored the envious look on everyone's faces as Cain, like always, sliced and debone meats and serve it on my plate. I felt like an empress every time I was with him. I was afraid I'd get used to this pampering that I could no longer do anything by myself. 

Zhander too did the same for Estela, even though it was clear that the man was angry at her –– it still didn't stop him from showing care to his lady while Estela bit her lower lip in guilt like she was about to cry.

I wonder what she did this time.

Knowing her, I knew it was her fault.

"Here you go, pretty lady," Zoe said in a low deep voice, imitating a man as she sliced a piece of meat and placed it on her plate.

"Thank you. I love it when you serve me like this," Zoe chimed with her more than girly tone.

She was apparently doing a one-woman play.