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Doctor Irish Lane- 28 years old, was a renowned psychologist in New York. She looked stunningly attractive, sexy, and intelligent—a real beauty that undeniably captured every man’s attention.

Joseph Dover- a Ph.D in Economics, a diamonds and gemstones expert and the CEO of the Runestone Group, appeared cruel and heartless in the eyes of his business rivals; however, his life abruptly changed when Irish Lane came like a nightmare, drowning him gradually and destroying his perfect plan.

Everything seemed to be perfect until he showed his real intention, destroying their perfect love and shattering her beautiful dream. He showed his passionate love to her only to reveal his true color and purpose - to avenge his family’s tragic downfall caused by her father, and she was merely a bargaining chip used by him.

However, fate has laid out something different from his plan. He found himself madly in love with the daughter of his enemy, but it was too late to restore what he had destroyed, causing them to fall apart.

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Her whole body trembled, screamed, and loosened at the pleasant sensation she hadn’t had before. Her strength was drawn away. Her body flopped on the man’s chest, fluttering like a cloud of feathers.

“How much do you hate me, huh?” Joseph sighed above her. His voice was low, as mellow as a cello over her ears. 

She silently admitted that she had a soft heart. 

Joseph didn’t want to wait for her answer, and his rough thumb moved down her eyebrows. His handsome face pressed down close to her, and his thin lips seemed to sweep through her nose bridge and then gently touch her lips. He uttered in a low voice, “But no matter how much you hate me, you are mine.”

At the end of the speech, his kiss fell. His kiss gradually became deeper and more passionate, and finally, he became more greedy.

His cheek pressed down, and he murmured gently beside her ear. “Don’t force me to be rude to you.”

The hot breath burned her, and her slender body twitched gently.

Joseph raised his eyes, staring at her. The yellow light failed to light his eyes, which were still deep as night. His eyes were like a vast starry sky, ethereal and lonely. 

“I want to love you. I do, but I don’t know how I would trust you.” His piercing stares seem to melt her gradually. 

He always wanted to love her with all his heart, hug her with all his strength, and take care of her for the rest of his life.

Irish’s heart was pierced with pain after hearing his words.

She didn’t know if it was because of his eyes or his words.

She looked at him intently, yet her emotions were concealed. 

His eyes were full of impatience and tension.

Was this the woman he wanted to love with all his heart, who was heartless and stubborn?

He couldn’t understand. He had paid so much and invested in this love, and why, in the end, he couldn’t make her happy? Why did they end up becoming an enemy after all the passionate nights they shared before?

She couldn’t wait to leave him and wished she had never met him.

Their passionate love turned into hatred, and the overwhelming pain pushed them to hurt and kill each other to survive.


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Enchanted By His Charm

Steven felt helpless, "Okay, just let it be."

"Uncle." Joseph walked forward and sat beside Irish, holding her arm, "Just let her be here for a while."

Mary hastily said, "Yes, she will not stay longer at home if you drive her away so soon."

Steven rolled his eyes, and finally, he made a compromise, "Okay. You are spoiled by Joseph, I guess I can't stop you."

"Why are your eyes so red? You cried?" Steven looked into Irish's eyes.

Irish immediately moved her eyes away. "No, I just had a bad sleep last night."

Steven's eyes flew to Joseph, sighing, "Joseph. Is that because you only care about your work?"

"I will not do it again," Joseph promised lightly. "I will take care of Irish in the future."

Irish looked at Joseph subconsciously.

Mary took a glance at them and then picked up a fruit, "Irish, have you eaten something?"

Chapter 833: It’s My Fault