He Killed My Dog, So I Took His Empire Mga Nobela at Kwento

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

The sex was mind blowing and obviously I wanted to have it again, but I wouldn’t risk my life for it. I wasn’t that stupid. When I got to my apartment, the first thing I saw was the dog. It didn’t belong to me because I didn’t have pets. With my busy schedule, I could barely take care of myself, let alone take care of another animal. I recognized it immediately. It was Emilio’s dog. It was in the middle of my living room relaxing. I was scared because it was a dangerous breed. And I didn’t want you to get bitten in my own house.

“You are so fucking desperate, Emily. Your ego is bigger than your brain. You could’ve gone back to your pack and lived happily. You could’ve lived happily with Jayden. I ignored you because I thought you might redeem yourself. But you gave it all up! You cheated Milo, who took you under his protection. Using his money, you bribed my driver to kidnap my pup. And when you finished your work, you got rid of Tom and Niti.” “Yes, I killed both of them and now I will kill this pup,” she shouted. “If you want your pup, give me your wife. I’ll kill her and that sick unborn pup of yours.” My skin rippled with fur as anger blasted in my chest.

Gordon's lazily walks in his territory, a territory he had just acquired brought about by the sudden death of the original owner. Silently he laughed at how the late Don Emilio Bradshaw took his life. If only he knew everything, he would have fought the odds. But the as what they say that ' one man's trash is another man treasure.' He took his life just so that he and his daughter Kira will live to enjoy the fruit of Don Emilio's hardwork.

That was the first time. This time, he had caused the pup's death directly. "Please forgive me, Stella," Rowan knelt on the ground. He wanted to hug my legs, but I took a step back. "I'm willing to make it up to you with my life. I'm willing to do anything to have you back," he said desperately. There was no warmth in my eyes when I lowered my head to look at him. "Do you think you're doing something great? Do you still feel like you're saving the weak?" I asked calmly.

Inside, a florist stared at a future she had never chosen. And somewhere between legacy and strategy, a contract the empire could not break had taken its first breath.

Jasper grabbed me by the neck, his expression fierce as he snarled, “So what? If I can’t escape, I’ll kill you first. Having a rich girl like you as my burial companion doesn’t sound like a bad deal!” Choking under his grip, I coughed but refused to back down. “You wouldn’t dare die. If you wanted to kill me, you’d have done so already. You’re keeping me alive because you want to use me as leverage for ransom or a way out. If I die, what bargaining chip will you have to negotiate with my family?” Just as I felt I was on the verge of suffocation, he released me. Frustration and anger twisted his face as he glared at me. “Emma, you didn’t used to be like this.”

I couldn’t help but ask. One of the guys turn and I’m instantly drawn to his eyes. The same blue eyes I saw three years ago. “We have every right to be here. Who exactly are you?” he asks. This asshole’s entitlement. I watch him take my sour gummies in his massive over grown hands and swallow them. This behemoth just ate my gummies. He just at my sweets. “Hey! Those are mine. Don’t eat those...” I say with a frown. “Oh yeah? What makes you think you’re entitled to anything in my dressing room?” he asks.

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.

It came out mockingly. He held my gaze for a brief second, then said out of nowhere, " I'm dead hungry, ain't you?" "Me too. It's as if I haven't had anything to eat since forever." I admitted. As if to confirm my statement, my stomach bellowed loudly. Embarrassed, I turned away from him. As I turned back to face him, I saw he was struggling miserably not to laugh at me. I gave him the 'oh shut up' look while biting down my smile.