Broken Lips

"How dare she? How dare she make me feel this way!" He inhaled sharply. "Yet, she is the most beautiful witch I have ever seen." Mr. President had no idea this was not the last time but the very first. Not far away, the so-called witch soothed her little darling away, "Hush, my little girl, don't you cry. I am here to hold you through this difficult time." ――― Two beautiful sisters. One cold-blooded sister lived solely to exact retribution for the loss of her mother, whereas the other sister had a strong motivation to fulfill her mother's unfulfilled wish. Zong Mayleen, or Ice Maiden, as everyone referred to her. She remained committed to her own enigma. Nobody knew who or where she came from, but it was important for everyone to understand that she had been to hell and back. Her attractive smirk, however, gave away the fact that she was a fearsome tycoon up here and buddies with the boss down there. Zong Amore was Mayleen's younger sister, a beautiful piece of broken pottery. She had spent most of her teens in the Mental Facility. Wondering in the midst of life and death, between letting go and holding on to her deepest pain. Are these two sisters prepared for the most torn way to explore the deepest and cruel desire of the heart? Or perhaps the illusion was not worth the pain? ―――――― [PREVIEW] ―――――― "You are very interesting, Miss Zong." A fine strand of his straight hair fell close to his nose, messing up the perfect comb back, making him look irresistible. Mayleen's smug facial expression looked at him like a curious fox and walked towards him. Mr. President sat there unmoving, like a king waiting for his minions to serve him. Those delicate hands caressed his chin, who had no time to react but looked up at those caramel eyes that he hated so much because it gave the illusion that she was born without a heart. A sensual smile danced on Mayleen's face as she continued to contour the man's chin. "I can almost feel Mr. President likes the touch of this madwoman" She whispered in his ear, her sweet breath crashed with his manly neck. The lingering scent that took place in his body left as nimble as it came. Anger...disappointment? Consumed his self control. ―――――― Disclaimer: English is NOT my first language. Please, don't be too harsh on me. Despite that, I promise to deliver the best quality I can offer. Thanks for your comprehension! Note 4/10/23: After a while, I decided to continue this book. This book is currently under review and edition. This book was called before *Broken Lovers: Tear My Heart Apart* ―――――― WARNING! This novel has adult content, violence, and R-18 scenes.!!! Read under your own accord.