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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 · 现代言情
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THAT'S NO LONGER MY HOME

"What came off?" asked Misha, he then squatted down in front of his little daughter and observed Mika's expression that looked annoyed.

Mika held out her shirt button which had fallen off and looked very sad. The button on her shirt was in the shape of a bunny and this was her favorite dress.

"This came off," Mika said with a grunt, showing her white rabbit button.

Misha took the small button of the shirt and thought for a while. "How about we get it fixed later, after eating ice cream?" Misha coaxed. He thought of a nice boutique nearby, which surely would have 'experts' who knew what to do to mend the buttons of this shirt.

Mika blinked her eyes, on the verge of tears, but when she heard Misha's solution, she nodded. "Okay," she answered slowly, then raised both hands, indicating that she wanted to be carried.