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My Irresistible Sugarplum

They say. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Yeah! That statement is so damn true, and aside from that, no one dies a virgin, because life fucks us all. *** Natasha Adam is a young orphan. She had to fend for herself and her younger sister. Life had been incredibly cruel to her, leaving her with no choice but to accept a contract marriage as the wife of Ace Douglas, a disabled Cold-hearted CEO. He's a multibillionaire, and everyone fears him because of his cruel personality. Natasha's contract states that she should not fall in love with her contracted husband... Because Ace's reason for marrying her was to prevent his parents from arranging blind dates for him. 'But what if she can't help her feelings?' 'Would her contracted husband sue her for breach of contract, or would he reciprocate his feelings for her?' **Excerpt** "Be my wife." A hypnotic deep voice declared. "Be my wife, and I promise to give you everything!" The voice echoed throughout the living room. Natasha has no idea where the voice is coming from, but she suspects the owners aren't far away. "Be my..." Before the owner of the voice complete his sentence. She cut him off. "Sure! So, can you fucking come out of your hiding place, and let's talk marriage stuff properly?" Natasha demanded loudly. ** Excerpt** "You are not permitted to speak to me, stare at me, or come anywhere near me." His cold voice echoed around the room. "But.... What makes you think I'd stare at you? Besides, you're not that handso..." My voice trailed off. I couldn't finish my statement because he fiercely gaze at me. I wasn't scared of him, but rather I'm hypnotized by him. "Are you deaf? Or did you forget what I said about not staring at me? Come on! Close your mouth because you're drooling." He declared, clearly frustrated. "Hahaha. Why won't I drool? Besides, you're sexy." I declared, before winking seductively. WSA THEME: ROMANCE

Elona_Alone · 现代言情
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Not a room.

The room was completely dark, and just trying to figure out where I am made my eyes hurt. "Hello!" I exclaim, because I believe I'm lying down on a bed.

My legs were itching and I was sweating profusely.

My eyes are also bothering me, so I tried to avoid feeling hot, but it seems impossible.

When I heard the sound of a wheelchair, I knew it was Ace.

I'm supposed to feel relieved, but I still felt sacred.

I'll never forget what happened to me when I believed in the person in a wheelchair at the business party. 

The light in the room dimmed, and I was astounded to see a man dressed entirely in a skyblue suit.

Ace is standing with his feet on the ground.

This is strange. 

I panicked, but I'm too weak to get out of bed.

It was almost as if I had been injected to remain in one position while feeling a powerful urge and still being unable to find a way to satisfy my desire.

Ace smirked as he approached me.