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“Enough mom, enough! I believe we were given one life by God so we could be the author of it and responsible for whatever outcome your decision gives. I'm done living as a pet, like a puppet you can manipulate to whatever acts it is that suits your interests.” He said on top of his voice with a breaking voice like an explosive voice like the lid of a wine popped out as tears dropped from his eyes slowly “I have all my life given you that privilege, won't be bad if I seized it from you on this note” In a lower, calm tone as he cleans off his tears and leaves the room. Mrs Ava was left in disbelief with her jaw, dropping down to her knees. No remorse , but more rage boiling in her veins as she

I moaned, not being able to make a coherent statement. “I’m yours. I’m yours,” I continued. Another hard thrust. "Who owns you?" I didn't even have to think before I screamed his name loudly. "You do?" "Say my name Mia cara, who fucking owns you?" "Matteo, Matteo owns me." I replied immediately he dropped the statement “So fucking precious, I can't lose you.” His voice was husky with passion. I can't afford to lose him too Thrust. “Fucking say you're mine .”

“Don’t ever forget.....your name has power.” Her heart stuttered. “And don’t forget,” he added, his thumb brushing lightly against her pulse, “you’re mine.” Her throat went dry. The word mine curled into her like smoke she couldn’t breathe out. She yanked her hand free, glaring. “You don’t own me, De La Vega.” He leaned closer, his breath hot near her ear. “Then why does it sound like you’re trying to convince yourself?” Her chest tightened. She pushed the door open, stumbled out, and slammed it shut harder than necessary.

his words warmed my heart. “ I would never want to be with anyone aside from you, you own me, you own every single thing that has me in it. My money, my firm, I am going to put it there. I will make you the head of them all. I don't care whatever anyone thinks, but I want you to know you own me. Every single part of me” I flicked my eyes lid, fighting off the tears that brimmed in my eyes. “Why are you being so sweet? You are making it hard for me to even think about leaving you” Not that I wanted to, if there was ever a time like that, then it was going to be difficult for me to do so.

“Say who owns you.” I clenched my jaw, refusing. His fingers pulled out, leaving me empty and desperate. I let out a frustrated noise, my hips jerking up in search of friction. He only smirked, watching me unravel beneath him. “Nathaniel—” “Say it.” I swallowed hard, my pride warring with my need. But I was already gone, already his in ways I couldn’t deny. “You,” I breathed. “You own me.” His groan was dark, triumphant. In one swift motion, he flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up, spreading me open for him.

"All you have to do is say yes and I'll take good care of you, I'll make you the envy of every girl here, you will be worshipped like a queen that you are. "Rebecca will have no power over you anymore." "You do know no one is allowed to use mobile phones right? I will give you back yours and no one will do anything about it." His hands slowly crept up to her waist. Kimberly suddenly coughed out wearily and moved away from him a bit. "Sir...I... Uhm.." She was totally short of words. "It's okay, I understand you are probably too shocked right now, so I'm gonna let you think about it, take your time but don't take too long," he said the only thing that Kim wished to hear that moment.

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

I said, enunciating each word, "because you mistake trash for treasure." Wendy's face froze. I continued, "Wendy, you've always wondered how a 'poor researcher' like me could afford a standalone villa in Starlit Bay for our wedding home, haven't you?" I turned my head toward the now-pale, trembling Shawn. "Go." My voice wasn't loud, but carried an unmistakable command. "Turn on the largest LED display in your showroom. Connect it to my phone." Overwhelmed by my aura, he obeyed almost instinctively despite his confusion.

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper as I struggled to grasp the implications of his statement. "You're mine. I now own you," he declared, his voice low and steady, devoid of any trace of doubt. "So, I want you to ink something on me that comes straight from your heart." I felt a surge of conflicting emotions swirling inside me – anger, confusion, and a strange sense of vulnerability. "Fine," I responded curtly, my tone laced with defiance. "I'll think of something."