You Own My All Manhua Novels & Stories

"Next time if the both of you have a problem with you and Michelangelo are fighting don't include me in the fight I was auctioned off to someone and I don't care if you have to pay but you're going to end up paying because at the end of the day I was born who ended up getting hurt . " " The person that you were auctioned off to doesn't want his money back. I've tried to negotiate with him but he doesn't and he doesn't want anybody knowing that he indirectly owns you and I'm sorry that I put you in a situation that is tricky. It wasn't my intention. " " I have a lot to worry about besides someone else claiming to own me . "

I packed my bag the next day to go to Reena's maa as I had nowhere to go but Anshul stopped me. When I asked him, he told me to come with him for which I strictly refused but with his pile of requests I agreed but I got shocked when he brought me to my house Sharma Mansion but I got an even bigger shock when he passed me some papers "These are the legal papers of Sharma Mansion and Industry of which you are the sole owner and if you are thinking of refusing it, let me tell you that these are rightfully yours. Your grandfather has nourished it with his sweat and we have ruined it in hatred but now they are yours alone."

linked furiously like one under the sun at the paper. The letters squirmed like a snake as I stared at them. 100 MILLION DOLLARS. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. How could my grandpa owe them, this huge amount of money? I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.

I guess Manuel's just did. "Bianca." He called, breathing roughly into my ears. "Y..e..es..sss." I responded, too high up in the clouds to properly say the word. "Who owns you?" He bit out, sounding so authoritative and making me feel tingles all over my body. "I said, who owns you?!" He repeated, hitting so hard inside me as a way of juggling my brain. "It's yo..oo..oouuuu." I cried out, tears falling out of my eyes. "It's you."

"They won't. They are all dead." Ao Shun walked into the hall. "Who's dead?" He sat in the center seat at the head of the hall. "Langshen said the last owners were. They fell from favor with the last Emperor and have never been back. You may need to create a document that says you own the place. Ao Shun nodded, waved his hand, and instantly held a property deed, signed by the late Emperor. "Done." The friends laughed just as Jin An walked in, carrying a tray of food. She stopped suddenly, noticing the other men in the room.

I said through gritted teeth. “No need to be so hostile now Giovanni Romano.” She said and then walked closer to me. My men immediately brought out their guns and aimed at her , her men did same . “Oh please , I’m not here for a bloodshed , at least not yet.” She said and handed me a document. “That is the legal document stating I own the lands on which this mansion was built , which technically makes me the owner of the mansion.” She said and smirked . I threw the paper to the ground .

“所有者に劣っていない人はいますか？あなたは、自分ではない誰かになりすまして、頭がおかしいに違いありません。” (Shoyū-sha ni ototte inai hito wa imasu ka? Anata wa, jibunde wanai dareka ni narisumashite, atamagaokashī ni chigai arimasen.) (Someone not inferior to the owner? You must be nuts, pretending to be someone you are not.) The woman had gone somewhat naive and did not dwell on Allana’s questions so she appeared quite a lunatic in front of everyone. She looked at Allana as if she was some terrorist who had done something vile.

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

"This is not controlling the narrative. This is—" "Authentic?" "Humiliating." Dr. Chen set down her pen. "Damian, is there anything you'd like to add?" Damian lowered the pillow. His face was red. His eyes were wet—not from sadness, from the sheer absurdity of the situation. "He forgot the part where I rode him without warning," Damian said. Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "And the part where I asked, 'Who owns whom now?'" Damian continued. "And he said, 'You. You own me. You always have.'"

She had gotten the money to make that game by selling everything that I once owned. But all of them had returned to my hands. At the continued silence, I smiled and said, “You don’t have them anymore, do you? I know. Because I’m the one who bought the manor and personal effects. But don’t thank me just yet. Those have always been mine.