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The Genius' First Love

Warning: Amazingly, absurdly and deliriously funny chaps ahead. Read and laugh at your own risk. -------------------------------------- "You are one of my many dreams, and the only dream I wish I should have chased desperately" Darryl Lemmuel was an aspiring engineer. There was only one word to describe him—exceptional. He was the only male heir of the Lagdameo clan and the future of L Empire. Apart from that, he was rumored to be financially independent at the age of eight, tricked the present president of L empire—his father— into agreeing with his terms and left home at the age of sixteen to live on his own. He broke all the socialite’s rule to have a good taste of adventure! Xhemin Lae Dugmoch was a struggling botanist. Enrolled in an A-list school, she knew nothing but books, experiments and strawberries. As the granddaughter of a retired famous doctor, Xhemin was very keen in keeping her profile low as per her granddad's wishes. Nobody in the elite community knew that she existed and that her grandfather’s corporation— Feather HealthCare had an heir. One witty heir and one crazy strawberry girl; their predicament started when their life got tangled up against each other in a conference. HE suddenly became her target prey. And SHE was a little trouble not worthy of his attention. The trouble he soon learned to want— so desperately and dearly wanted. ----------------------- After a long hiatus, daily updates resumes today (Feb 24, 2019 EST) Chapter release: 14 Chapters a week Regular Updates will be release at 4AM and 4PM EST. Bonus Chapters will be marked as bonus Note: The author publishes raw chapters daily. Editors are still backtracking the unedited parts. Cover picture is from www.pinterest.ph

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The Prince and Her (2)

"You can cry if you want..." Xhemin asked, her voice shaking as she was still crying  under the prince's arms. She was resting her head in between his shoulder and neck and she could clearly feel his throat shaking as if he was withholding his own cries.

"Shut up," Huzey was in denial. He will not shed a tear in front of her, never. "You are the only cry baby in all of grandad's children"

"Ziggy cries more than me," She reminded him. "It was a settled fact when we were young that he cries the most,"

"Looks like the spot had been taken by you now,"

Xhemin pushed him away and looked at him. "Stop teasing me. I'm already leaving and yet you are not giving me a break. Also—"

Xhemin was about to say something more when she noticed the painting Huzey was working on when she came. Her eyes lingered on it for a moment and eventually dragged it back to the prince.

"It's her again," Xhemin noted. "You are painting her again,"