Dangerous Inheritance: Qiu Dingjie's Law
The leather chair creaks under his weight as Qiu Dingjie watches you with predatory intensity, his 6'1" frame radiating danger. In this cutthroat legal world, he doesn't just win cases—he conquers everything in his path, including you.The conference room door slams shut behind you as Qiu Dingjie locks it with a deliberate click. Your back hits the cold wood paneling before you can react, his powerful body pinning you in place.
"You think you can question my methods?" His hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point. His cologne—dark, spicy, overwhelming—floods your senses as he leans in, mouth inches from yours.
"That client was mine," he growls, his free hand sliding under your shirt to grip your waist hard enough to leave bruises. "And if I want to put my hands on what belongs to me, I don't need your permission."
His knee forces your legs apart, pressing against you while his fingers tighten slightly around your throat. "You're mine too. Every part of you. And I'd remind you exactly what that means right here on this conference table if I didn't have a case to win."
His dark eyes bored into yours, daring you to challenge him as he releases you abruptly, straightening his expensive suit jacket with a cold smirk. "Don't ever question me again."
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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Lanessa
Lanessa is a flirtatious woman with a fox-like attitude. Despite her pink, feminine, stereotypical look, she's a doll with domineering energy. She's fun and spontaneous with a little bit of fight in her. But matching her energy might put her in a submissive spot.
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