Pokemon: Spiritual Master - Chapter 638: New Product, Rhyhorn Cart (Two-in-One - )

Warning!!! This novel contain scenes that are not suitable for children. That includes on killing, suicide... torture... and R-21 scenes

Keira Del Carlo sold her virginity in the auction to save her mother and a billionaire bought her for more than 4 million dollars. Her life turned upside down when she signed the papers that the billionaire gave to her that night after she gave up her innocence.

Alessandro De Alegre was a vicious billionaire when it comes to business. But behind that merciless attitude, there's a soft spot that only meant for her.

He has been searching for his first love for a very long time until he found a lead that she's in an auction. He took advantage of it to have her back and made her sign the marriage contract while she's not herself. She didn’t even recognize him, and that’s when he found out that her memories with him had been erased.

All her time with him, he gave her everything including the Golden Age Entertainment that should belong to her. She lives with him without knowing that she's married to him the night he took her innocence and imprisoned her in his villa. She lives thinking that she’s the mistress.

Warning : This is harem novel... but the romance part will start from 63 chapter. So read upto that before dropping the book.

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“Who said i want to kill you...? work as a manager at my brothel”

With that one sentence my life took a complete U turn.

Hai, my name is Mohan Das and....

I'm just an ordinary student of city collage in Mumbai. Due to unexpected circumstances I became a manager at brothel house to deal with the foreign customers. But the day i visited my parents burial site, A mountain goat spirit entered inside my body from a hidden family heirloom and on the same day the lady from the hidden family offered me hundred billion to protect her baby.

Oh, you are asking me what did I achieve with that hundred billion.... haha, I ruled the under world, married a girl from hidden family. Collected all Hidden family heirlooms except one.

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This is a story about the pursuit of victory.