It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

Giana stopped her car right in front of a familiar house. This was the same house that Giana had been to when she was looking for Dillon a few months ago, when she was facing the shocks of her life.

At that time, Giana only focused on being manipulative to get Dillon back to her by giving the man hope that she too had the same feelings...

The house still looked the same as the last time Giana came here and it seemed someone had been taking care of it.

And when she saw that a light was on, Giana's heart felt her heart thump really hard. Could her prediction be correct? Dillon returned to this house after he left?

Just like before, Dillon also isolated himself by visiting this house? If that was the case, there was a high chance that Dillon was really there.

Yes, there was a possibility...

Unconsciously, Giana started walking very fast as she approached the house. She didn't want to waste even a second of her time.

As for how it would turn out after she met Dillon, or what he would say didn't matter. Because for now, Giana just wanted to meet the man. She wanted to see Dillon.

The pain in her chest was unbearable when she knocked hard enough on the door of the house and caused a little noise which she shouldn't be doing at this hour of the night.

"Dillon!" Giana called while knocking on the door non-stop. "Dillon!" She wanted to see the man immediately. Right now. She wanted him to know that she had suffered during the weeks they were apart.

Giana wanted Dillon to know all about it and hug her like he always did, because then Giana would feel safe, she would know that she wasn't alone in facing this sh*tty life.

However, when the door finally opened, it was not Dillon's face that greeted Giana, but a middle-aged woman and a man of the same age, behind the door.

"Who are you?" the man asked in confusion when he saw a young woman looking frantic and in tears.

Giana tried to contain her disappointment, but it was difficult for her to say the words. "Dillon?" That was the only word she could say. She hoped the two of them would understand what she meant.

"Are you Giana Dawson?" the woman asked.

Hearing the woman say her name, Giana nodded quickly and said that one word again. "Dillon?" As if she were a baby learning speech and those were the only words she could say.

The woman sighed and looked at her husband who was standing beside her. Her face looked sad when she let Giana in. "Come on, come on in..."

Bewildered and still not looking at the expectant woman who was hoping for her to say she was going to call Dillon out, the woman remained silent after inviting her in.

"Where's Dillon?" Giana asked again after she was inside the house and the man locked the door.

The woman looked restless as she was about to deliver this news. "Dillon said that later there would be a woman looking for him in this house named Giana Dawson."

Giana's tears flowed again, the man still remembered it. No matter what happened, Dillon still remembered it and that was a good sign, wasn't it?

If Dillon was still thinking about it, that meant she still had hope, right? And this time Giana promised to set everything in the right path. She needed someone and that person was Dillon.

She didn't need anything else, not even Ramon...

She wanted Dillon and this time Giana was going to make it very clear.

The days that she had gone without Dillon or news from him, or the attention from that man who always made sure she was okay and didn't feel lonely was the best part of Giana's life and she was getting all of it now.

Giana would do anything to get Dillon back and this time she would really listen to every word he said.

Regardless of how many orders or prohibitions came from him, Giana would just follow without a word of refusal. She was feeling hopeless now…

This loneliness was driving her crazy.

However, what the woman said next really made Giana feel that her world had collapsed again and she was buried at the bottom.

"Dillon said if Giana Dawson came over then let her stay here as long as she wanted," the woman said.

It looks like this is the husband and wife couple that Dillon told her about, and that they were the ones who took care of this house while he lived in the apartment in city A.

"Then, where is Dillon?" Giana looked around the house, hoping that she could find the figure of the man, standing in a corner of this house, but she saw no one except the two people in front of her.

"Dillon isn't here," the man said with a face full of sympathy that Giana didn't need right now.

Giana needed Dillon and she didn't want sympathy from anyone.

"Dillon hasn't even been back since the last time he left this house. He only contacted us by phone to tell him this," the woman said. She walked over and was about to rub Giana's hand, trying to calm the frantic woman down.

But instead, Giana pushed her hand away and walked alone into the house, exploring every side and opening every door to the rooms, checking every corner, hoping Dillon was somewhere inside and that this man and woman were just lying about Dillon's whereabouts.

But after searching for half an hour and checking every room three times, Giana finally had to accept the fact that Dillon wasn't really there.

And when that realization came to her, Giana felt her whole body tremble uncontrollably and her legs became so weak to support herself that she fell to her knees on the floor.

Seeing this, of course, made the husband and wife duo panic. The woman immediately knelt by Giana's side, hugging her.

"What do you want? What is it? Why?" the woman asked frantically, while the man fetched her a drink.

"Where's Dillon?" Giana asked in between her tears. "Where is he?" And for nearly two hours straight, those were the only words Giana kept repeating.

There was nothing else Giana wanted now, except for someone to tell her where Dillon was, because that was all she needed. She didn't need anything either.

She needed Dillon to be by her side and that seemed like a tough wish to be fulfilled.

Giana felt her heart would explode while her chest only felt tighter by each second.

And to make things worse for herself, Giana was remembering everything Dillon had ever done, what he had risked and how she had hurt Dillon in such a way.

How was it possible, a man who didn't even care about her past or the big problems that Giana had to face, had now left her just like that?

The man who loved her sincerely and would do anything for her now left her without even looking back.

'If you really don't want the baby. Just give birth to the baby and I'll take care of it. And if you don't want me either, then I will leave your life with my child. That is my child. I have rights to the baby.'

"ARRRGH!" Giana screamed with all her might, as she lost control of herself.

Those words echoed in Giana's ears again and this made all her sorrows even harder to deal with.

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"You want me to continue doing this?" Ian asked in disbelief when he heard Ramon's orders.

It was very late at night, but Ian received a phone call from Ramon regarding his follow-up plans.

"Yes, continue with the plan," Ramon said in a cold voice.

Ian sighed heavily. It seemed that the news of Giana's miscarriage did not necessarily make the man sympathize with the woman. There was no need to mention sympathy, he didn't even deviate from his original plan at all.

For Ramon, what happened to Giana was the result of her own actions, so there was no need to pity anyone, and what Ramon had in mind now was that Giana had taken a bad decision by siding with Leon.

Ramon would destroy anyone involved in this and he didn't play with his words at all.

"Okay," Ian relented.

And after that, the phone line was disconnected.

"Who are you calling at this time of the night?" Hailee asked, suddenly appearing from the direction of the room behind the balcony where Ramon was standing.

Ramon turned around and faced his lovely looking wife with a sleepy face, her long hair looking a little messy at the sides of her face.

Not only that, she was wearing one of Ramon's shirts, which only covered half of her thighs, making the girl look very sexy.

"Ian," Ramon replied honestly.

Hailee frowned when she heard that. "You called Ian in the middle of the night like this?" Hailee asked in confusion.

"Business," Ramon replied as he walked over to Hailee and hugged her warm little body.

"So, you're really calling Ian in the middle of the night?" Hailee's voice sounded like she was holding something and had a double meaning in her sentence. "How about I call him too? Because after all he is my best friend."

Hearing that, Ramon growled softly, he then lifted Hailee's body, let her long legs wrap around his waist while he held her thighs, then carried his naughty wife to the bed and laid her a little roughly there.

"All right, honey." Ramon smirked. He then took his cell phone from the back pocket of his pants and called Ian back. "Let him hear what I'm about to do to you."