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2026-04-08 15:41:48Hey my loves đ¤
So far, the book is doing really good on Goodnovel. Thanks to you. Every read, every comment, every bit of support you give this story means more to me than you know.
If you are enjoying the book, donât be shy⌠drop a vote (matters a lot), leave a comment (very precious), or send a little gift if you can. It really helps the story get seen by more readers and keeps me motivated to write more and more. So keep talking to me. Scream, cry, complain but please donât curse me. Lol.
Thatâs all. See you in the next chapter. Love you endlessly, Ilma đ¤
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In Bed With The MC President   Pain
AaronThat was the first thing I felt. It started as a dull throb behind my eyes.I groaned as I shifted my weight but the surface beneath me was wrong. It wasn't my mattress. It was firm, leather-scented and didn't move with me.I opened my eyes, then immediately squeezed them shut as the morning sun hit me like a physical assault."Christ." I rasped. My throat felt like I had swallowed a handful of dry sand.I forced my eyes open again, bit by bit.I was in my penthouse. I recognized the minimalist grey ceiling and the massive, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline. But I wasn't in my bed. The fabric beneath my cheek was cool leather, not my silk sheets. I was on my living room couch. Still in my suit."What the hell happened?" I muttered as I massaged my temple.I sat up too fast. The room spun.I gripped the coffee table, waiting for my stomach to settle. My memory was a broken mess. I remembered the clinic. I remembered the photo on the floor. Then, I remembered th
In Bed With The MC President   Silence
MilaI pressed my face closer to the slats just as the bedroom door pushed open.Irene stood in the center of the room. She had managed to pull on a pair of loose sweatpants, but she still looked entirely too small and entirely too panicked.Then, the documentary-watching accountant walked into my line of sight.I had expected a villain. Or at least someone mildly intimidating, given the sheer terror he had inspired in Irene. Instead, I found myself staring at a man who looked exactly like the kind of guy who alphabetized his sock drawer. He was average height, wearing a sensible beige sweater and his hair was combed neatly to the side. He didn't look threatening. He looked utterly pathetic."How did you get in here?" Irene demanded, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness. She wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach. "I asked for that spare key back three times, Adrian.""I know." He stopped a few feet away from her, letting out a exhausted sigh. He rubbed his eyes, lookin
In Bed With The MC President   Checkmate
Viper I held her wrist, feeling the rapid, fluttering rhythm of her pulse beneath the pad of my thumb.As a surgeon, I spent my life monitoring vital signs. I knew the exact mathematical parameters of a healthy human heartbeat. But the frantic, elevated tempo beating against my skin right now didnât belong on any medical chart.It was pure, unadulterated adrenaline.It was the undeniable physical proof that she felt the same gravitational pull currently dragging me under.Her dark eyes were wide, completely stripped of the sarcastic, defensive armor she wore like a second skin.She wasnât fighting me.She wasnât comparing me to the accountant.For the first time, she was simply looking at me.âScusate!âMarcoâs booming voice shattered the quiet bubble we had built around our table.He slammed a rustic ceramic jug of house red wine and two thick glass tumblers onto the wood, utterly oblivious to the suspended tension he had just bulldozed through.Irene jumped.Her instinctive flight
In Bed With The MC President   Nightmare
MilaThe architectural integrity of this building was an absolute nightmare, but as I stood quietly in the center of my dilapidated new living room, it was undeniably my greatest asset.Through the paper-thin plaster separating Apartment 4B from 4A, I could hear the frantic, beautiful chaos of Irene actively destroying her bedroom.There was the distinct screech of a closet door being shoved open along a rusted track.Then, a heavy thudâlikely a pair of boots hitting the floorboards.Two minutes later, the muffled sound of running water echoed through the pipes, followed immediately by a frustrated groan and the sharp clatter of something plastic striking a porcelain sink.I leaned my hip against the edge of the tiny kitchenette counter, crossing my arms over my chest.A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across my face.She hadnât locked her door and hidden under the covers.She hadnât called the accountant back to apologize.She was getting dressed.Hypothesis confirmed.I pushed o
In Bed With The MC President   Not anymore
MilaThe cure.The words echoed in my head, drowning out the chaotic symphony of the Roman piazza. I took another bite of bruschetta, and although the burst of garlic and fresh tomatoes was objectively perfect, I barely registered it. My entire nervous system felt like it had been rewired under the weight of Romeo Galanteâs gaze.He didnât look away while I chewed.Didnât check his phone.The cure.The words echoed in my head, drowning out the chaotic symphony of the Roman piazza. I took another bite of bruschetta, and although the burst of garlic and fresh tomatoes was objectively perfect, I barely registered it. My entire nervous system felt like it had been rewired under the weight of Romeo Galanteâs gaze.He didnât look away while I chewed.Didnât check his phone.Didnât even blink at the surrounding noise, as if none of it existed unless I acknowledged it first.He just watched me with that infuriatingly confident, devastatingly soft expressionâas though I were the most fascinati
In Bed With The MC President   Breathing in it
MilaThe morning sun poured through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the estateâs east-wing solarium, bathing the entire room in a brilliant, golden warmth.For the first time in what felt like an entire lifetime, I wasn't just surviving the daylight. I was actually breathing it in. The suffocating weight that usually sat squarely on my chest had miraculously lifted, left behind in the quiet shadows of Aaronâs study the night before."You are glowing. It's actually a little blinding, to be honest."I pulled my gaze away from the sprawling, manicured gardens outside and looked across the small glass patio table. Elena was entirely kicked back in her wicker chair, a porcelain teacup balanced effortlessly on her knee. She was wearing a perfectly tailored cream pantsuit, looking every bit the formidable sister of a billionaire syndicate boss, but the massive, entirely unapologetic smirk on her face completely ruined the intimidating effect."I am not glowing," I deflected, hiding m
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