Munchkin_2

Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? 
One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… 

Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. 

But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? 

Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. 

Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? 

Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. 

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Excerpt: 

Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face.

“Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile.

A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.”
 
Alvin: “...”

Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen.

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His Devious Rule

Sitting in the local transport that was going towards the capital city, Jackson was watching Anya who was busy using the laptop and headphones.

He was getting uncomfortable due to the gazes of the men toward Anya as they were traveling at midnight. Yet the lady who had the attention didn't react to anything.

Anya chose to ignore Jackson while listening to Miles' conversation to book airtime for Miles's private jet through his secretary.

She immediately began tracking Miles's secretary in case it was some way of secret message exchange to trap them or escape them, but the secretary dialed only two numbers. One to request airtime, another to alert their pilots.

However, she couldn't let her guard down as his secretary could use those calls to distract them and use a spare mobile for plans against them.

At The Devil's Hour