Novel & Cerita Leo Man Cancer Woman

A woman being swarmed by an angry crowd. Shouting. Shoving. Cameras flashing. Then a car screeching to a stop. A man,tall, broad-shouldered, yanking the woman inside. Adrian leaned closer, eyes narrowing. He enhanced the image. Zoomed in on the man's face for just a second as he turned. His breath caught. Leon Martins. The woman was Selene Vale. The same Selene Vale from the poisoning scandal. The same Selene Vale who'd been seen with Rowan at various events over the years.

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Even though she had wanted to forget it and concluded that her fainting today was only due to exhaustion, but Aciel actually reminded her of the horrible pap smear test again. "Why didn't you tell me? What do you feel?" “Eeee...” “And Laila gave me the results,” Aciel added, which made Eden even more ticklish because she couldn't answer the man's question. “Ace, I… ah… I tested positive for cancer.” Eden said quietly and almost like a whisper. The woman didn't dare to look at Aciel's face and just stared at the ceiling of her room with teary eyes that were almost crying.

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

Her shoulders relaxed immediately. Marta's old sedan. "Avó!" Leo shouted the moment he saw it. He jumped off his chair and ran toward the door. Marta stepped out of the car slowly. Too slowly. Sienna noticed it immediately. The cancer was taking more from her every day. Her shoulders looked thinner. Her steps are weaker. But when Leo wrapped his arms around her waist, Marta smiled like none of that mattered. "Hello, meu amor," she said softly. "How's my favorite grandson?"

It wasn't a big secret, as almost our extended family knew how that woman managed to come to the house so often and monopolize me all day. "But fate cannot be forced." We turned towards the elevator and entered it. When the doors closed, and it was just the two of us, I had a question for Leo. "And do you think my lunatic is a weak woman?" "No." I saw Leo shake his head. "Luna Lea has very great strength, Alpha Easton."

“Leon.” This time, he stopped walking and fixed Luna with a gaze so cold it sent a chill through her. “Yes?” Even his indifferent tone was chilling. It intimidated Luna, but she kept her smile in place and said, “Leon, I know you are a skilled surgeon; the best actually. My grandmother has a complex tumor in her brain, that I think only you can remove. I would like you to take out this tumor. I’m ready to pay for it, no matter the cost.”

Soon, Doctor Leonardo appeared, looking a little disturbed than usual. “What’s going on here, Racco? This is a hospital.” Leonardo bellowed in a suppressed voice, seeing how the men in black were scattered all over the place. “Sorry, Dr. Leo, but we need to do this. We’re looking out for a woman who is posing as a patient here.” Even though Dr. Leonardo was shocked to hear so many words from Racco at the same time, he was still surprised about the information he just shared. “You must find her today, Racco. You need to find her at all costs.

​The woman’s voice was a low, sibilant hiss. "What... are... you... doing here?" ​I was frozen. My bare feet felt fused to the cold marble floor. I was a mouse that had just stumbled out of its hole and found two coiled snakes. ​The woman, this "Luna," as the physician had called her was a vision of ice. Perfect, platinum hair, a face that could have been carved by a god, and eyes the color of a winter sky, now narrowed in pure, homicidal rage.

She looked great in them all. When I had typed that I did not care, I was lying. I cared a bit. A bit was too much for me to handle. I did not care about anyone, but myself. I loved myself. I adored myself. I did not think anyone was worth my time and my affection. But something about Olivia made my stomach ache. What was she doing to me? I flew with some of my men to carry out part of the cocaine operation, and the heroine operation. The government, policemen and detectives were not the problems in this case. But a French Drug lord, Leo, posed a great threat towards I and my men.