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I need to be meek, obedient, silent being me is volatile. Me and my mom shouldn't co exist with one another we're to explosive to handle too scheming to unravel, welcome to my world!
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Chapter 1
Mother keeps glaring at Mia our border slash prostitute for habitually taking her customer in the villa, mind you she's fun to be around, she always give a great stash of sweets that earned her another black marks from my mom.
" Earning your bread should be within your work area, how many times should I tell you to keep it away from here?"
" You're also doing my line of work, why so pretentious?"
" There's unwritten line between being tacky, vulgar, and society correct conduct." Mia glared saucily at Brenda upon hearing the words, then suddenly laugh mirthlessly.
" You mean to say, we should be elegant ladies while whoring ourselves for a few bucks?"
" Why not? This villa shouldn't be tainted."
" Why not? Care to explain why it's not fucking so?"
" Language my dear." Mia rolled her eyeballs and right now I can feel the agitation in her voice, she's exasperated to my mom's, 'oh so meticulous behavior'.
" Another unwritten rule between tacky, vulgar, and society correct conduct my dear Brenda?"
" If you put it that way -"
" And now you left me hanging, would you like to elaborate this attitude of being high and mighty and mind you you're always shoving this crap."
" Attitude my dear, she's within earshot, and don't go rolling that eyeballs again it's not great on you." Mia's jaw slacked a minute or two before she gathered her bearings.
" She knows what we're doing and please stop lecturing me once again with being socially correct. I'll gonna puked on your dammed face." I know Mia got a steely glare, mother is so formidable, not just in attitude but also in build. She's not a softy kind of woman, with frills and ribbons. She's handsome with sturdy stature, angular face and an elegant attitude through and through.
" I know Mia, but I drilled her to be a perfect lady."
" You have a lot of mystery Brenda than the rosary you always keep during Sunday mass. I really can't fathom the depths of your thinking."
"Just keep your source of bread away from here."
"Sure as you say my lady, " Mia bowed mockingly with a slight tilt of her head before straightening she winked at my direction.
I cheekily grinned and followed the shadowy part of the villa, catching up with Mia before she hit the sack.
" Hey little one, look at you always dressed to impress!" She cockily observed. I can't help the bubbly emotions and laugh freely. She hug me dearly to muffled my laughter. Then when my laughter subside she peeled me gently an inch away from her hunched position.
" A lady shouldn't laugh recklessly," we simultaneously recite, it's one of the creed an oath mother incalcute in me.
She looked at me making sure I'm looking at her eyes. It's the first time I saw her so determined, so focused and full of love.
" Remember these two words my little one, run and hide."
" Why?" I asked curiously.
" You are your mother's daughter, you're intelligent enough, be sassy, don't hide your true self." She cut the eye contact and kissed me fervently on my forehead, " run along little one, practice the art of hide and seek, God forbid I'm so worn-out! I'm hitting the sack."
" Thank you Mia, you're the best!"
" I know right! But still no sweet treats for you that's the only concensus I have with your overbearing mother."
" You love her." I state the obvious.
" Of course I do. I'm the only one who can withstand her atrocity, and only Me can put some sense in her airy head."
I hugged her one last time before I head out of her room. I closed the door quietly before mom catch me going out of Mia's room. It's a great taboo for me to freely get in and get out to any rented rooms in the villa. My time should religiously go to different sessions with selected tutors and instructors.
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8.7
Five years ago, I was the invisible scholarship charity case at an elite Manhattan prep school, trying to survive in a sea of trust-fund babies.
Arlo Hammond, the untouchable billionaire heir, made sure to completely dismantle my soul.
When his wealthy friends asked if he noticed me, his mocking laughter echoed down the hallway.
"Are you out of your mind? You seriously think I'd be interested in a boring little nerd like her?"
But the moment we were alone, he would corner me in dark alleys, pinning my wrists against brick walls with terrifying, possessive jealousy if my phone even buzzed. He played his twisted games until I was left standing in the rain with my shattered dignity.
Now, I am an Assistant District Attorney. I spent years burying those memories under mountains of legal files.
But tonight, he returned.
When we crossed paths at an exclusive club, he looked at me with the cool detachment he'd give a piece of furniture. In front of a crowd of elites, he coldly declared:
"We have absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore."
Then he walked away to pick up a supermodel, leaving me trembling from the sheer humiliation.
I didn't understand. If I was so worthless to him, why did he still have my birthday tattooed in dark ink on his wrist? Why did he look at me with such raw, painful vulnerability in the shadows?
I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow.
I am not that pathetic seventeen-year-old anymore, and I will prove to him that I am completely, entirely over him.
8.4
Hard to Love
8.4
Before the college entrance exam, Shi Sui was forced to move in with her father's friend's family, where she met their son, Yan Tingli.
At that time, the young man stood on the stairs in a black turtleneck sweater, his entire presence cold and desolate, looking at her as if she were nothing.
He seemed not to recognize her, but Shi Sui knew Yan Tingli. He was refined and handsome, the school's famous honor student, liked by countless girls.
She never imagined that behind closed doors, even a good student would shed his outer skin and devour people without spitting out bones.
"I want to kiss you."
"I don't want to."
"Be good, open the door now."
Yan Tingli was sick.
So during college, Shi Sui quietly applied for an overseas exchange, fleeing far away.
She was afraid.
Several years later, Shi Sui returned to the country. At a dinner gathering between their parents, she saw Yan Tingli again.
He was unsurprisingly excellent-CEO of a listed company, at the height of his success, treating her like a stranger, as if the past had long become like passing clouds.
When asked about their relationship by former classmates, Yan Tingli only said indifferently: "Not very familiar."
Who knew that not long after, it was just being given a ride by a male colleague.
That very night, a whole night of absurdity.
When she couldn't bear it and cried out, she heard his low murmur by her ear, his voice trembling with pleasure:
"Sui Sui, you've made me search so hard all these years."
"Finally caught you."
Timid, gentle sister × Refined scoundrel
As the synopsis shows, the male lead has a very strong possessive desire, is quite crazy, and good at disguising himself, but is a love-brain.
The author's preferences exploded, and they just wanted to write some scoundrel content. Please be gentle.
Highlight: Those with high moral requirements for the male lead should not enter.
7.0
Five years. Four hundred million dollars. And the wedding dress was never mine.
I found out on a Tuesday—a C-list actress draped in my custom Vera Wang, hanging off my fiancé's arm. Six months of French lace. Six meters of Italian silk. Every stitch a promise I had made to myself: someone finally chose me for me.
He locked the doors of that boutique. Froze my cards. Threatened my friends. Told the world I was just a delusional former assistant who didn't know her place.
The internet called me crazy, a liar, a desperate woman who couldn't take a hint. His name trended everywhere. My accounts got suspended before I could say a word.
What he never knew: his empire ran on my capital. His patents were mine. His executive assistant had been feeding me evidence for months—emails, recordings, a paper trail of fraud stretching back years.
I dialed the encrypted phone. A voice said, "I've waited five years."
"Then wait three more days," I said. "I'm going to tear his head off."
7.3
Lukas Reiner built his life based off a promise 9 years ago with Viktor Volkov... the only person who actually saw him and knew him for what he actually was. They dreamed of the same future, the same ice, the same victory together. Until Viktor disappeared without a word, leaving Lukas behind with nothing but silence, rain... and feelings he never got to confess.
Now, Lukas is at the top of college... Captain, prodigy and untouchable on ice until Viktor comes back.
Colder and older, acting like the past never existed.
Their reunion explodes into violence, but being forced to work together drags them into something far more dangerous than hate.
The tension turns into stolen moments and those moments turn into a habit but before either of them can stop it, the line between resentment and desire begins to blur.
Lukas never let go of the past.
Viktor never planned to face it.
But on the ice, there's nowhere left to run.
7.3
The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed.
She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window.
She staggered backwards. "No," she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn't stop him from jumping through her window.
She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn't even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head.
She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her.
She trembled. "H-how did you f-find me?"
A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint.
"Didn't I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase."
His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck.
His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself.
"Now you must be punished, princess."
In a bid to escape her cold husband and her cruel family, Lilian finds herself in an even more dangerous situation that either mends or breaks her.
9.2
"I have a doctor's appointment Thursday," Lily heard herself say. "Nine AM. Midtown Medical Center."
It wasn't an invitation. Not exactly. But it wasn't a rejection either.
Jasper's throat worked. "I'll be there."
"Don't-" She stopped, reconsidered. "Don't come if you're going to treat it like a business meeting. Don't come if you're going to bring contracts or lawyers or-"
"I'll come as your..." He hesitated, searching for the word. "As someone who cares what happens in that room."
The lawyer cleared his throat softly, a reminder of the unsigned documents between them.