MishaK

A previous affair had left him devastated. 

“I told no woman is allowed in my room!” he snatched the papers from her hands and hurled them in the air. “Leave this room! Now!” His resentment was clearly showing, he was furious, as he became breathless. 

Cold and aloof, with distressingly good looks, Yang Xinyu was the most eligible bachelor of City H. The magazines also labeled him as the most handsome demon king devoid of any emotions who was only interested in making money. Being a CEO of a multi-billion software company, he could have girlfriends at the drop of a hat. 

But after a chance event he was drawn to the pert and beautiful youth of Wu Lina. Was this love or madness to possess her, cage her? 

A brilliant and demure girl, Wu Lina was tied into a lifetime of sorrows and pain with two extremely binding contracts. 

Can Yang Xinyu and Wu Lina be happy together? 

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He came and stood in front of her and pulled her chin up with one hand. His other hand snaked her tiny waist to pull her closer to him. He pressed her hard as if trying to merge her into his body. 

“You know how I yearn for you…” he kissed her lightly on her lips. “Please Lina…” he continued brushing against her lips. 

Her eyes became misty. She tried her best not to show her weakness to him but tears came unbridled.

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Two Contracts - My Lover is a CEO

"I hate when we are not together… and now you are going on this trip…" she replied hesitating to show her weakness… 


Yang Xinyu looked at her, warmth filling his body. His lips curled. He picked her up to level his gaze and kissed her lightly on the lips. Brushing against her lips, he asked, "Do you love me?"


'What kind of question is that?' she thought! 


"Do. You. Love. Me?" he asked again. This time he demanded an answer urgently as if his life depended on it. 


Slapped