Desperate Measures Manhwa Novels & Stories

Making my way home. Outside, it was freezing. To avoid the cold, I took a shortcut. At the final intersection, a figure suddenly appeared and seized my neck. I couldn't breathe, and the pain from the strangulation immediately surged. The System quickly went to work, completely cutting off my sense of pain. "You accursed brat! If it wasn't because of you, I wouldn't have gone to prison for two years! Die!" roared a man, who was holding something short. He raised it and immediately stabbed it in my chest.

Ethan snarled impatiently, but the man doused his curiosity by flashing him a lopsided smile. "I will keep that to myself." Saying that he rose and stretched his legs to leave. Ethan panicked. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE BASTARD!!! FUCKING TELL ME WHAT ARE YOU MAKING HER SIGN HER??" He hollered and struggled violently against the thick chains. His demons craved blood, but the distressing situation left him helpless. "I swear I will kill you once I become free. Stick to your fucking games but mark my words, Travis, she'll never be yours."

Her back arched violently. "Oh fuck—I’m close," she cried, thighs trembling. "Come on, Mia," he urged, voice rough. "Let me feel you fall apart." The pressure detonated inside her. She came with a cry, body spasming, pussy clenching hard around him. Alex let out a strangled groan, thrusting erratically. "Fuck—I'm coming," he gasped, hips jerking as he spilled into the condom, every twitch of her orgasm milking the release from him.

he murmured, "wait for me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come back and make it up to you." But I would not wait. ... By the time Lucas resolved the company’s affairs and came looking for me, I was already gone. I had quit my teaching job, left the city, and erased all traces of myself from his world. All I left behind was a single message: [The dead do not return.] Lucas understood. He sat before the abandoned house where we had once lived, crying in despair. Later, I learned he liquidated his empire, declared bankruptcy, and emptied his accounts into mine.

He was spiraling, unraveling at my touch. I kept going, faster, deeper, driven by the rush of making him feel this way. It was intoxicating. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to let him go. “Lilliana, if you don’t stop, I’ll come,” he warned, his voice thick with strain, almost desperate. And even though I didn’t know exactly what it would feel like, I had a pretty solid idea of how it would work. I didn’t slow down. If anything, I pushed further.

“How do you want me to go?” “Slow and hard,” Liya whispered, as she got on the bed, lying on her stomach as she arched her back, waiting for Aldo. Aldo hovered on top of her, as he slowly choked her. Liay couldn’t stop the smile on her lips as she struggled for breath while Aldo slammed into her like his life depended on it. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to go for moaning or catching her breath.

I have to get back to her, I can't control myself until I have her under me. I ran my hand through my hair in rage and groaned loudly while kicking the pieces of the pot in anger, "I will make you pay for it Davina, I will break you in and out," I said furiously. I stormed to the desk and took my mobile which was laying on the desk and dialled Aiden's number furiously, "Come to my office," I ordered and hung upon him. My blood was boiling deep in my system as hot as lava, the pressure was high, I wanted destruction, and the pressure was too much. I was clenching my jaw and my knuckles were turning white as I fisted my hand.

“It’ll be a long time before you stop thinking about my cock every time you masturbate at the end of a long workday under your cheap covers.” God, I hated him. And he was soon to be his ex-husband again! Again. Jesus! What the hell was she doing in her previous life that she ended up having a bad marriage, not to mention marrying the same guy? Was she a mute or a two-headed concubine for the prince, or whatever those Korean historical dramas Gerald had been watching called them? Was she really that unlucky?

I added. Based on her reaction, she is calmer now than earlier. Her expression becane less tense. "You don't need any money?" she asked. It's funny how this elegant looking woman in front of me is so desperate to keep her secret which comes to the point that she's willing to feed me some money to cover it.

Looking at the chaotic company ledgers, the hundreds of daily messages demanding repayment, and the constant pressure from my family to hand over all my company shares, I made a hard decision. I took on all the debts myself and forced Matthew to divorce me. For the past two years, I had worked tirelessly to pay off the debts, throwing myself into every possible opportunity to earn money. Even though I knew my body was deteriorating, I pushed on, determined to see it through to the end and repay every penny I owed. The suffering and torment I endured turned out to be part of Matthew’s manipulative scheme. I looked up at the two satisfied figures at the desk and a wave of disgust and anger bub