You Own My All Manhua นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The words on the single sheet of paper felt like they were crawling off the page and burrowing into my skin. "In all matters professional and private." It wasn't a contract; it was a receipt. I was now the property of Huo Yan, and the terms were non-negotiable.

He'd crossed out four. He looked at the remaining two. Option five was asking Dani, which he'd already decided against. Option six said, in his own handwriting from two weeks ago: other. He'd written others because he hadn't been able to think of anything specific and had thought maybe the act of leaving space would generate something. It hadn't. He underlined it now, for no real reason, and sat looking at it until the word stopped looking like a word. Twelve thousand, four hundred and seventeen dollars.

AMARA Every breathe you’ll take is to your own demise. My eyes remained trained on my phone for longer than I’d have liked. The text glared back at me as if in mockery. I held back the urge to laugh. Almost a week since everything hit the fan and since the shot-gun engagement. And they were finally making their move. The blunt message from an anonymous sender stared back at me tauntingly. I didn’t need to go in depth or search furtively to know who it is.

Rolling the trigger in my fingers, I blurted in a loud and sharp voice, " SHE IS NO WOMAN! SHE IS MY WOMAN, THE FUTURE LADY OF THIS MAFIA. DO YOU THAT SHE IS JUST NOBODY AND YOU CAN FUCKING HURT HER? BY HARMING HER TODAY, HOW MANY ENEMIES WILL YOU MAKE? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA?" It would take just a minute for me to ban all their cooperation. No other gang would dare to do business with them after receiving my order. Lucas's expression turned dark as I assumed that he didn't think of me to back up Sancia.

Uno stated directly, prompting Manuela to move towards the bed. "You mean I'm sleeping on the floor? You're really going to make me sleep on the floor?!" "It's better than not sleeping at all. And this is my room; the bed is mine," Uno said, returning his attention to his book. "I know you're difficult, but this is ridiculous! Don't you know how to be a gentleman? Isn't that kind of behavior unheard of in the mafia?" Manuela snapped angrily. "Gentleman, my ass. Why would I give away what's mine? Just be quiet," Uno retorted, amused by their standoff.

"How did you get it back?" She smiled gratefully and said, "Lance helped me. Thanks to him, now I'm the owner of this place. He told me I could sell this place and buy myself a nice apartment or something, but I don't want to sell this place. So I don't know what to do with it yet." "Don't worry, you will figure something out eventually." I wanted to pat her shoulder, but my hands were still full of paint and I didn't want to ruin her top. "By the way, please tell me Lance taught those people a lesson."

She explained to her daughter, even though she doubted whether the little girl could understand it. But she never ceases to remind her. "Remember sweetheart, we are not humans. We are objects that fill the greed of people. My owner keeps me, but it is much better than being outside where many people could hurt me. When the time is right, your owner will arrive to get you too." She explained patiently. The little girl that could understand only much looked at her mother with big bright eyes. She couldn't comprehend so, however, in her mind, she imagined whether her owner was like the prince in the picture book.