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The last thing she needed was someone using her as a shoulder to cry on. Someone settled in beside her. An old woman. Seventy maybe. Her scrawny face spoke of untold hardship than age. She smelled like Durian, the fruit that smelt like gym socks. Her hair, grey with age, was grubby and greasy. Clarissa forced down the bile that had found itself to her throat as she took in the sight which was the old lady.

Emma's expression darkened. "All this over a ring?" She glanced down at the ring box in her hand. After letting out a scornful snort, she tossed it carelessly back onto the bed. I said nothing. Emma drew a deep breath, her tone laced with impatience. "All these years, I've given you a villa to live in and bought you the best cars. Name one thing you wanted that I didn't give you." She looked down at me from above, all the tenderness in her eyes completely drained away.

Hello, Oot is here (Read O-o-t, not 'Ut,' hehe). I am an exclusive writer at Goodnovel Indonesia (Exclusive Goodnovelist). The original version of 'My Possessive Sugar Daddy’ (Indonesian ver) is my first novel on this platform and reached 1,2 million readers when this English version was published. The success of this book made me chosen as one of the Authors of the Year in 2021. By the way, this book has been completed since November 2021. And this February 2023, I decided to make an English version due to several requests from global readers both on I*******m DM's and in the comments session.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ SEXUAL CONTENT (18+) AFTER STARTING READING. PLEASE REVIEW MY STORY 🙏❤️ Happy Reading 🤗 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ "Let me go!" Caramel screamed while struggling, she tried to escape from the grip of the two Kenzo bodyguards. The wedding dress is very elegant attached to her body, but it feels thin. Her shoulders are exposed. All knick-knacks such as earrings and expensive necklaces that sparkle adorn her. A bridal veil tied behind her hair.

Standing off to the side, Gavin quietly made a mental note that colored contacts were also called cosmetic lenses. Chris stood up and said flatly, “I had my reasons.” * In his high-rise office, Fabian listened in silence as one of his men reported over the phone, “Mr. Kane, one of the shipments we were moving through Liono Port is gone.” Fabian listened quietly, without a trace of surprise on his face. He only let out a cold laugh. “He’s just returning the favor.” Only going up against an opponent like Chris could bring out his competitive streak.