100 Days With Mr Arrogant Korean Movie Novels & Stories

“Unlike you, Mr. Billionaire, I didn't have my Daddy's company to inherit; everything I am today,, I've worked my ass off to get to where I am.” I saw a muscle jerk in his face, but he quickly covered it up with a dark smirk. “Well, kitty has claws, I won't apologize for my lot in life, and I've worked harder than you can imagine. I'll leave your salty ass to yourself; amazing time last night, by the way.” His words infuriated me even further, “piss off Mr Dante, you've done enough. You have no idea what I just lost in there.” I hated how my voice broke and, for a split second, saw compassion flash through his eyes.

My throat tightens, and tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. "Tell your boss," I say, my voice low and firm despite the lump forming in my throat, "that I’ll have his money. Just a few more days. That’s all I need." The two men exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, the bald one speaks. "Fine," he says, his tone laced with warning. "Three days. But if you don’t have the money..." He leans closer, his grin stretching wider, more menacing. "Well, you know what happens next."

Tara glared at the attendant. "So what? Our manager doesn't ask us to entertain people like you, our mall is only for rich people not beggars like you" The attendant said righteously. "Oh wow, I have video of this and I'll post it on social media so people can see the way you treat customers" Tara lied.. She was holding her phone like she was really recording it. The attendant was frightened when she heard this, "You… Bring your card and pay" The attendant glared at them.

reynolds Sign Out Broken dreams Edit Paywalled Published in 2021-08-31 12:24:22 1134Words After returning from Bangalore suraj changed his demeanor again back to same cold , arrogant literally MCP is male chauvinist pervert man . When he want sunita for hos desire , that day he would enquire about her cravings , health comfort etc . And sunita would think maybe child changing him at end of the day , but it shatters and she's teary after she sated by him at night fulling his lusts .

“A… what?” “Sixty days. That’s what you need, right?” He folded his hands on the desk. “You pretend to be my fiancée for sixty days. Public appearances, events, enough to convince the people who matter. The day you say yes, every cent your family owes this company disappears. Completely.” The silence that followed felt like it had weight. I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. There wasn’t one. “You’re serious,” I whispered. “Dead serious.”

His expression shifted from annoyance to genuine confusion, then to deep suspicion. "A contract?" he asked, waving the paper. "One hundred days of... 'being a real husband'? What is this, some kind of sick game?" "It’s a deal," Evelyn said, her voice calm. "One hundred days of your time. You stay here. You eat breakfast with me. You come home for dinner. You act like the man everyone thinks you are when the cameras are on. No Milan. No Sarah." Arthur’s face darkened at the mention of the name. "You’re overstepping."

ARIA'S POV “…What?” It's my turn to be shocked. “You heard me.” I let out a short laugh. “You’re insane.” "Well, lucky for you. I have two options for you. I'm being so fucking generous." he replies. “Option one,” he says, watching me closely. “You marry me.” My breath catches. “And option two…” He steps closer. Close enough that I have to tilt my head to look at him. “You give me seventy days.”

Hearing him say that I am ugly made my heart hurt, but I remained steadfast and inclined to see his videos. "Mr. Owen, I only ask this favor from you. I am aware that your dad requested that your hotel pay me ten million as compensation for getting drugged at your hotel and losing my lover as a result," I said, my tone firm, and Ethan's brows furrowed at the mention of my lover. "Just let me see the videos on your phone and be sure that you do not have those silly videos from the CCTV on your phone," I asked him once more, and he scowled.

My hand shook but my signature came out clear. Martin took the papers and gave me a small bow, a slight dip of his head. "Good day, Mrs. ARI THORNE’S.”