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“I’m not a ‘thing’ to be possessed.” Olivia pulled her weight with her elbows and stared at Maxen whose head was now wedged between her legs. 

“Absolutely,” he agreed, widening the high slit of her gown. “You’re a goddess, Olivia. And I will even worship the land that you would set foot on.” 

... 

Olivia Lin. Exiled heiress of the biggest corporation in the small island of Nisia. Nobody knew of her name. Heck, nobody knew of her existence. Henry Lin, her father, left her in the farthest place from the country as possible the moment she was born. 

Maxen Victor Eton Sui, a heartbreak dressed in a hot suit. What more if he's wearing a crown? 

Now when their paths collide, will sparks fly? 

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*This book is for mature readers.

edited by Swaning


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Olivia Sparks

To Olivia's surprise, Wyatt was waiting for her in the penthouse suite after she and Yana got back from their trip to her decoy apartment.

"Good afternoon, Commander. I haven't seen you in a while." Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, regarding the uniformed man.

"Prince's orders," he kept his reply short. He pressed the elevator button and escorted Olivia out of the penthouse suite.

Meanwhile, Wyatt kept looking behind him, studying Olivia inside the descending elevator car.

"Sorry, I'm married," Olivia showed Wyatt her fist, flipping her ring finger for him to see. "And you're not my type."

"Ha!" Wyatt scoffed. "Wait… what?" He grabbed her hand, studying the finger. "No shit. Is this for real?"

"Do I look like a liar to you? I may bluff, but I don't lie, Commander." Olivia winced, clutching on her belly when a stabbing cramp created a dull ache in her lower abdomen.

Not My Type