His Rules 소설 & 이야기

And underneath, a question: Do you want the man who makes the rules or the one who breaks them? I stared at it for hours. Then I did something I swore I wouldn’t. I wrote a rule of my own. RULE 9: You’ll both come to my room tonight. But only one of you will be allowed to touch me. The other must watch. And I slid it under both their doors. Now I wait. Naked. Plugged. Blindfolded. One will come first. The other will arrive later. But only one of them will win. “In a house with too many secrets, the final rule is the one that breaks you.”

"I move for a judgment that upholds the dignity of my profession and ensures that those who act in good faith are protected by the law, while those who act with malice are penalized." I noticed that everyone in the courtroom had fallen silent after my speech. I saw the expression on the presiding judge's face, and noticed a few of my colleagues—who had come on their own—in the gallery, clearly moved and holding back tears. In the end, the court fully supported all of my litigation claims. It ruled that within ten days of the judgment taking effect, Yvonne and Tanya must publish an apology statement, no smaller than a quarter-page in size, on the front pages of the Judiciary Daily and the cit

“My parents would definitely get over it. I'll convince them they're joking. I'd rather get suspended for days than leave this school.” I sighed and he stopped at his car, opening the front door. “What are you doing?” “Me? Well, We. We are going to your house.” “Isn't that a violation of the Rules? I'm not your real girlfriend so you're not supposed to give me a lift. And to my house? What for?” He raked his hands through his hair. “Would you chill? What's wrong with giving you a ride? As long as there's no sexual tension which is the main Rule. And I want to take you home so you can give me your document. Don't you understand?”

“Classic Mom.” “You’re twenty, Ivy,” she said tightly. “You’re not cute. You’re not interesting. You’re a liability.” “Wow,” I said. “Touching.” “If you want to stay in this house, there will be rules.” “Oh, I can’t wait.” Her eyes sharpened. “Don’t bring boys here. Don’t sneak out. No parties. No mess. No drama.” “So I should probably stop talking to you?” “I swear to God—” “I’m joking,” I said, tossing my keys into the glass bowl on the console. “Mostly.”

Thankfully, it is empty. As I look around, I notice it isn’t merely empty; it looks unlived in. “Don’t you have a roommate?” He smiles, but the smile resembles pain, not joy. “Nope.” Everyone has to have a roommate. It’s one of Aton’s rules that no one should be alone. I can only grunt, “Hmm.” I pluck the bottle from his grip, setting it on the table. The photo of me and Timothy kissing flashes in my mind, accusingly, and I push it away.

Turns. Stares. Long stare. Dangerous stare. Then he says: “We need rules.” I nearly choke. “Rules for WHAT?!” “For us.” “THERE IS NO ‘US.’” He ignores me. “We need to manage the scandal.” “O-okay. Yes. Good. Great. A plan. A NORMAL plan.” He holds up one finger. “Rule 1: Stay close to me.” My soul: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!

I wrote the next rule. “Rule six: if we are attending an event and someone insults me, I get the first word.” “Why?” “Because if you go first, things will become expensive.” He paused. “That sounds like a threat.” “It is a promise.” I wrote faster now, warmed up by my own audacity. “Rule seven: no one is allowed to enter my room without knocking twice.” “Why twice?” “Because once is a mistake. Twice is a warning.” He folded his arms. “Continue.”

he said with finality “We have through the rules first” My brows dipped in confusion “Rules?” “Yes Rea, Rules” his eyes narrowed to a malicious slit. Gone were the mockery and jabs “And the first rule Loretta, is never, ever ask me to leave you alone”

I was the Donna of the Marchetti family, but I wasn't Sicilian. Since the Marchetti family was founded, it had never accepted an outsider as Donna. To keep the family in line, my husband, Don Carmine, set a special rule just for me. Every cent I spent had to go through a spending request process, reviewed by his advisor, Bianca. "I trust you, sweetheart. But I'm the Don. I have to answer to the whole family." No one would believe it. Seven years married, and I, the Donna who looked so glamorous on the outside, couldn't even buy a dress without waiting for approval. A week ago, the baby in my womb had an unstable heartbeat. I needed treatment, fast. I called Carmine for help. The one who answ

He reached out, his long finger lightly tapping against the center of the third page. "Rule Number Four: No deliberate sabotage. Neither of us is permitted to intentionally damage the other's reputation, business, or personal standing. Furthermore, neither party is allowed to publicly reject or disavow this relationship while the agreement remains active. You cannot run to the press declaring a separation six months from now because you find my home too quiet or my schedule too demanding." "And if I break one of these rules?" I asked, looking up to meet his intense gaze. "If I trip over my words in front of a reporter, or if I panic and want out?"