Kyrie_Sunbae

“No one should lay a hand on my wife. If anyone of you touches a single strand of her hair, I’ll be able to commit a massacre in no time.” – LL 

 When Zella Albert wakes up in the middle of a King’s bed with no memory of what her identity was, she tried to insist answers from one of the Cassano members with a knife, threatening to slit his throat if they don’t reveal who she was. Until Leo Luciano showed up in the middle of the ruckus and claimed her to be his wife. 

 But is Leo truly her husband or is just an impostor who tried to win his heart and kill her instead? 

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[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT ON THE LATER CHAPTERS] 

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“Kiss me if you need to prove our love. I can’t seem… to remember everything.” Leo’s lips turned pale. Zella was an observant. That slight change in his lips grew a suspicion in her. Why would he hesitate to kiss his wife? Is she really his wife? 

Leo didn’t even know what to have as an excuse. This time, he should be reckless. He approached her, closing the gap, placing his hands in his waist, pulling her closer to him. Zella got surprised, and looked up. His charm exuded through those smoldering eyes. Even though he’s not glaring, it looked at her with attention. Zella caught her breath. 

She tiptoed one of her foot. Leo brought his hand to her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear. A feather light touch and it turned her on. Why do Zella feel he was skeptical with his every move? Like he doesn’t want to touch her? Leo didn’t desire to have a romantic relationship for now. But Zella came, and he had to act as a husband taking care of his wife. Besides, if he let Zella out of the mansion, they’re going to take the blame of hiding a death convict fugitive inside their house. 

The Cassanos will guarantee a guillotine death. This is all for their safety. 

“Like this…” Leo leaned in. 

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Hide Me, Mister Billionaire!

Louise rushed to the Calvorite Hall the moment the arson news broke out. Several of the people working at the hall got confused, too, and how it has the same scenario with the motel situation. The firefighters' feet rushed up, marching up to the hall, hitching the hose to the ways, dispersing the crowd as they should.

Louise ran, squeezing herself in the crowd, and with all the unpleasant smell of sweat and fire combined, fortunately, it didn't irritate her nostrils. Sometimes, she isn't used to that kind of smell. Louise felt the adrenaline rush as the soles of her shoes tingled scorchingly hot.

She roamed her eyes around, looking for a police that no one had seen, and even trudged to the fact that Jeremy and her mother would come down very soon. Louise helped with spreading the water, glaring around, and was hopeful enough to find the culprit in no time.

Slipping Away