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Revendiquant Mon Mari PDG Possessif

La rumeur voulait que Xaviera Evans ait une constitution faible — une beauté maladive. La rumeur voulait qu'elle dépense une fortune chaque jour en médicaments — en les dévorant comme des bonbons. La rumeur voulait que chaque jour, dix serviteurs attendaient à son chevet — une charge pour tout le monde. Ils attendaient tous que la famille Evans jette Xaviera Evans de retour à la campagne et la laisse se débrouiller seule. Xaviera Evans : "On dit partout que je suis faible et incapable de prendre soin de moi. Apparemment, je dépense aussi de l'argent de manière inconsidérée." Elle regardait sa chemise en loques et était exaspérée. Xaviera Evans : “On veut dire que cette riche famille laisse leur fille porter des vêtements en lambeaux tous les jours ?” La fille riche de la famille Evans ? Elle en avait assez ! Elle ne le serait plus ! Alors... Le sale type : "Sans la famille Evans, tu n'es rien." Xaviera Evans : "Si je suis expulsée de la famille Evans, je suis fichue." La sale fille : "Sœur, ne sois pas trop déçue. Tant que tu travailles dur, on te fera des éloges un jour.” Xaviera Evans : "Tais-toi, je ne connais pas un traître comme toi." Le sale type et la fille : "???" La rumeur voulait que le plus jeune fils de la famille Mamet, Caleb Mamet, ait imprudemment marié une femme qui n'avait que des apparences. Xaviera Evans : "Quelqu'un me méprise-t-il ?" Un jour, Xaviera Evans a vu l'un des employés de Caleb Mamet se creusant la tête sur une série de nombres à l'écran de l'ordinateur. Comme elle était libre, elle lui a donné un coup de main. A-t-elle tout simplement piraté le pare-feu créé par les efforts conjugués des meilleurs pirates informatiques de l'élite ?! Caleb Mamet s'est rapproché pas à pas. "Xaviera, que me caches-tu encore ? Hmm ?" Xaviera Evans : "Oh, non ! Je me sens encore prise de vertiges ! Je suis si faible. Ce corps est tout simplement trop faible !"
Qiaoqiao · 1.1M Views

Sweeping Him Off His Feet

[BL— Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 20 - 30 chapters] "You," Augustine began, his voice firm and direct. "I'm making you an offer: we get married, immediately. This isn't a request, it's a demand." Augustine's uttered with a piercing gaze. Charles scoffed. “What type of bullshit is that?” He fired back. *** Augustine Wales is a cold CEO who is known as the most successful and influential business man in Country H. His name alone commanded respect, his steely gaze and cold demeanor strike fear into even the most hardened of hearts. He was a man of few words, each syllable weighted with the power of his position. On the eve of Augustine Wales 29th birthday, he received an unexpected call from his family, their demands clear and uncompromising: find a spouse, or forfeit your stake in the family's vast wealth and influence. In that very moment after receiving the phone call, the gaze of Augustine fell upon a young man named Charles Donald and without thinking twice, Augustine immediately made a proposal to Charles, but was met with a swift rejection. Augustine's proposal was rooted in desperation but little did he know that fate was drawing him toward a future he never could have predicted. "What will happen when Augustine Wales, the powerful CEO, finds himself unexpectedly falling for Charles Donald, a humble cleaner in his office?" "When Charles' deadly secrets rise to the surface, will their fragile bond shatter, or will their love prove strong enough to weather the storm?"
Lili_drea_ · 231.6K Views

My Dearest Mary

"Hey, Miss, wait!" a handsome police officer called out to me. I stopped my motorcycle and gave him a sweet smile, but his face was serious. "Hehe, yes, sir?" I said cutely. "Why aren't you wearing a helmet? Do you know how much the fine is? Oh, your name and age?" I scratched my head. I'm dead. I saw that he seemed to be writing something. "Ah, eh, Mary Lie, 24." That's all I could say. "Your family name? Wait, do you have a license?" "Bog, sir. Yes, I do." I said shyly. Of course, who wouldn't be shy when you see a cool police officer with a good physique, and their uniform is intimidating, hello! He seemed surprised by my last name, tsk. My brother put our licenses in the U-box so it would be easy to get them if needed. I immediately opened it and showed it to him. "Where are you from?" he asked again. "Just from around here, sir." After I said that, he wrote again on what looked like a receipt and immediately handed it to me when he finished. "Oh, here, go to the municipal hall and pay at the treasurer's office. If you don't pay that within seven days, we can forward it. You can go now, Miss. Next time, wear a helmet." He said it without pause. I took the receipt, and my eyes widened when I saw that the fine was 500 pesos?! Idiot! Tsk, what a bad day, that animal! I angrily got back on my motorcycle. Before I could even start, he said something that made me turn around. "Is Jerry Bog your brother?" I didn't answer him and sped off immediately to the municipal hall to pay. Wait, what does he care anyway? That police officer is so annoying, ruining my day!
Marsntalwrites · 7.6K Views

Mon Mari Est un Vampire Vieux de 1 Million d'Années

Ayant été victime d'un incendie qui a détruit toute la maison familiale, Valentina a été laissée avec plusieurs brûlures sur son corps, ce qui lui a valu d'être surnommée la créature de Bayhill. Sa demi-sœur, Chole Callum, était sur le point de se marier et selon la tradition familiale, Valentina en tant que fille aînée de la famille devait être mariée. Voyant cela comme une opportunité d'effacer leur honte, la famille Callum a mis un prix sur la tête de Valentina, celui qui épouserait Valentina recevrait cent mille dollars. La famille a déclaré que le mari de Valentina n'avait pas besoin de s'occuper d'elle car elle pourrait être jetée une fois le certificat de mariage signé. Ainsi, beaucoup de gens étaient intéressés par Valentina, cependant sa demi-sœur, a choisi le pire parmi les prétendants, pensant que Valentina serait jetée après le mariage et probablement mourrait dans quelques jours, mais elle ne savait pas qu'elle avait choisi un multi-milliardaire pour sa sœur, habillé comme un sans-abri sans source de revenus, ils ne savaient pas qu'il était l'homme dont tout le monde parlait dans le monde. "Comment pourrais-tu rire le dernier si tu te suicides maintenant." "Ne veux-tu pas voir ta sœur venir te supplier de lui pardonner." "Ne veux-tu pas être la clé de la fortune de ta famille. Ne veux-tu pas être le Oui et le Non de ta famille." "Ne veux-tu pas voir ta famille à genoux te suppliant de venir les sauver de leur catastrophe." "Ne veux-tu pas régner sur le monde à nouveau, devenir la femme dont tout le pays ne peut pas arrêter de parler, tout comme il y a dix ans, mais cette fois, ce serait différent. Tu seras couronnée comme une Reine." "Reste en vie et tout cela arrivera." "Sois avec moi et je te ferai la femme dans le cœur de chaque homme, même ceux déjà mariés."
13Emerald · 48.6K Views

LOST BITCOIN AND YOU NEED A HELP CONTACT DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY

It all began with a Facebook ad that popped up during the holiday season one of those enticing promotions for "guaranteed winning football picks" that seemed too polished to overlook. The ad featured eye-catching screenshots of massive payouts and glowing testimonials from ecstatic users, which drew me in like a moth to a flame. Before I knew it, I found myself in a private Telegram group that was buzzing with what appeared to be undeniable proof of their success: screen recordings showcasing big wins, withdrawal slips, and enthusiastic members celebrating their fortunes. The group's admin reached out to me personally, claiming they had a "sure thing" match that was too good to pass up. The urgency in their tone was palpable; they insisted that this was a limited-time opportunity. All I needed to do was send $5,000 in Ethereum to place the bet. Despite my better judgment screaming at me to walk away, the pressure mounted, and I succumbed to the allure of quick riches. I transferred the ETH, convinced that I was on the brink of a life-changing win. However, that’s when the real scam unfolded. Almost immediately, I was hit with a demand for a $2,000 "processing fee." As if that wasn’t enough, they continued to ask for more payments under the guise of "verification fees." My heart raced as I hesitated, realizing that something was terribly wrong. When I expressed my doubts, their demeanor shifted dramatically; they became aggressive, threatening to lock me out of my "winnings" if I didn’t comply. My stomach sank as the reality of the situation hit me I had been conned. But the story doesn’t end there. In a twist of fate, I managed to recover everything I lost. A friend connected me with Digital Tech Guard Recovery, a firm that specializes in recovering funds lost to crypto scams. Their team worked tirelessly, employing their expertise to trace the Ethereum through the blockchain, collaborating with exchanges, and navigating legal channels. To my astonishment, within just a few days, my entire $7,000 was back in my wallet. This taught me a valuable lesson about the dangers of online scams and the importance of due diligence. While I fell victim to a sophisticated scheme, I was fortunate enough to find help and reclaim my losses. WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886
Mary_Edith · 1.3K Views
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