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What he said lingered in her head all through the night. I stayed awake all evening, resulting in eye bags the next morning. She yawned as she ate her breakfast in the living room. She was allowed to watch television in the mansion. Though she has been watching a kid's movies since that was her favourite. Honestly, she's too young in her heart and personality. Even though she's already 19 and capable of bearing a child of her own, she was acting like a kid deprived of freedom when she was young, and now that she has got the chance to be able to experience being young again, she's not going to waste it.As she focused on the television, a tall and lean figure appeared from the distance. Xavier was watching as Margarette busied herself watching kid's movies and he couldn't help but to get amused at the naive girl. She's really stupid.Shaking his head, he opened his phone when he received a message. It was from his father, Alexander Ivanov, and Xavier doesn't have to open the chatbox t
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Bride? That man was probably misinterpreting their relationship. They are way too far from being in a relationship. They're not even friends to begin with. Xavier was her owner, the one purchased her and saved her from the auction. Margarette is just one of his properties.She sat timidly beside Xavier and the two men chatted about stuff she couldn't understand. She wasn't even trying to listen to their conversation because she found it way too important a matter she should be meddling with."Your appetisers, misters, and ma'am," a waiter said as he put dishes on the table with beautiful plating. Margarette couldn't help but to salivate at the sight of it."Well, why don't we have a little food and talk about this beautiful milady beside you," Mr. Fobster said as he glanced at Margarette with a malicious grin."Don't mind her. Let's just talk about our deal," Xavier said formally without any sign of emotion in his voice. His hand was holding a glass of champagne and his other hand was
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As they drove back to the mansion, Margarette's head was filled with the words he said back in the car. It positively lifted up her soul and she found herself cheering up a little bit.She was exhausted by then. As soon as she entered the house, she immediately excused herself to go upstairs to her room and sleep since she had already eaten her lunch back in the restaurant. Now that she's alone in her room, she sighed and threw her back on the soft mattress. Her mind was going back to the event earlier in the restaurant.She couldn't help but to shiver upon remembering that man. She was really uncomfortable with his presence and she doesn't know why. He gave off this feeling that made her hair in the nape rise. She was scared of him and she couldn't shake off the feeling of being afraid whenever she remembered him.Earlier at the restaurant, she kept her gaze on her plate, barely lifting her head because she was afraid to meet Christian Fobster's eyes. She wanted to seek comfort in Xa
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It was the day they'd attend the charity ball. Margarette was being beautified by the make-up artists. She wore a mermaid backless emerald gown with a slit on one of her hips. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail with a real diamond clip on the root. Her small face was being drawn with perfection.After putting her final touch, which was her scarlet lipstick, Margarette now looks like a goddess. It wasn't an overstatement. In fact, it was literal. One look of her and she'll definitely take your breath away."I've never seen such beauty from my nearly 50 decades of existence," said the designer of her gown. The make-up artist was in awe, and she could only nod her head in approval."Indeed..."Margarette was oblivious of their admiration, she turned around and smiled sweetly at them. "Thank you!"They blinked their eyes. They forgot that this goddess was still a c
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Margarette closed her eyes as the blinding light from the camera flashes hit her. It was the thing that greeted them the moment they entered the hall through the grand entrance. They walked on the red carpet, leading into the wonderful hall. She walked gracefully beside Xavier, her hips swaying seductively every walk she had. Her slim frame and voluptuous boobs and booty were being emphasised by her tight mermaid dress. The emerald colour of her clothes was even highlighting her soft, milky and flawless skin. And her face. People gasped upon seeing her face. She was definitely gorgeous. She looks like a goddess. She has a small, angelic face. Plump lips, cute nose, and doe-eyes. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, making everything perfect. It was as if she's a living doll. Flawless at all. She smiled at the people who were looking into her way. She was happy to be able to interact with other people in an event like this. She wasn't able to come to this even though her father
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It was already late and people began leaving the hall as the event ended. Xavier ended up buying an art worth 15 million dollars from the charity. The event organiser was beyond happy to be able to get a huge amount of money. People cheered him for it and Xavier humbly announced it was dedicated to his lovely fiancée. However, Margarette couldn't bring herself to smile or be happy about it. It was clearly a show. It wasn't real. His words were fake and his personality was just a facade. She knew better than to assume once again. As Xavier and Margarette exited the establishment, she pulled her hand from his grasp and hugged herself. She was disheartened for some reason. She can't accept the fact that he was just using her. There was no relationship between them so she shouldn't be hurting, but she still is, and she doesn't know why. She kept her mouth shut, silently following behind his as they entered their awaiting car. She put her seatbelt on and threw her gaze to the window. She
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He stared at her coldly, his blue eyes digging a hole in her skull the longer he stared at her. She was still trembling and crying like a frightened cat. What she has seen must've traumatised her. After all, every normal person would definitely get scared and disgusted by what he did. Apparently, Xavier grew up in a world like this and death is no longer new to him.He held her face through his hand and made her face him, their eyes locking into each other. A stain of blood was even plastered on his face. His face was menacing, his eyes were the coldest yet the most dangerous thing in the world Margarette could see at the moment.Feeling his warm hand against her cheek, she whimpered and tried to pull away but he immediately caught her. He gripped jaws using his hand, making her cheeks flushed together. He pulled her close to him."Are you afraid, my little Flower?" he asked, his voice was void of any emotion. It sent shivers down her spine and she immediately shook her head no. He ch
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Everything felt magical as soon as their lips crashed against each other. She closed her eyes as she felt his tongue trying to invade her mouth. She instinctively parted her mouth and let his tongue explore her mouth. He kissed her hungrily, expertly nipping, sucking, and lapping her soft plump lips. She moaned in pleasure as his hands found her mounds in the back and gave it a light squeeze against the tight dress she wore earlier. His kisses were intoxicating as he devoured her mouth as if she's the most delicious dish in the world he has ever tasted. His hands caressed her body, travelling from her waist, down to her butt, and went up to the back of her head and neck as he pulled her impossibly closer to him."Ah..." she couldn't help but to let out a moan as his lips went down to her jaw and gave it a feather kiss before lowering it to her neck and shoulders. He gently sucked on her soft skin, sending euphoria around her body. Her body reacts to his every touch. She could feel her
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