Seducing The Heartless Billionaire

Seducing The Heartless Billionaire

Jisooyaaa

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The Son is the key to get the inheritance that is only for him, Frianka Hera Wurzel is the heir of the Wurzel Sun Family, but why does her father have to torture her, when she is his only child. True love never exists! so there is no problem if you just give birth to a man without involving love. Duh..! That love is not true! All she needs is baby boy sperm! She chose Hage Juke Armani, the Most wanted syndicate beast of the Philippines. It's amazing, but this is what his eyes chose! The sex sureball that can give a baby boy and of course good quality sperm as well. The male monster who takes advantage and dies only of a virgin woman. Exact! She's a virgin and she can easily attract him and get him to agree! but..will she succeed in attracting him here? If only the first time they met in jail, she wanted to take his life.

Chapter 1 1

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**PROLOGUE**

"It's about time, Manega!" Frianka Hera Wurzel's forehead is high, and she can't stop smiling while checking her body size in the mirror. She feels a mixture of excitement and nervousness because finally, the first and last day of her meeting with the union has arrived. The man who alone passed her manega taste.

From inside the Police Detective's office, she keeps making herself look beautiful from head to toe. Each part of her body is individually checked to see if it is perfect, so that the monster she will face has no say.

"Sweet and dandruff-free hair. Check!" She says first while checking the air with a makeup brush. "Machine face, sharp nose, and seductive lips. Check!" She says a second time. "Vital Statistics! 34..25..36. Check!" she says while cupping her body with her hands. And finally, she lifts her maxi dress and then shows off her white and smooth legs. "Flawless.. and Long... Legged. Check!"

"Bullsh*t!" A faint but crisp murmur stops her joy. She looks at the owner of the voice and he just smiles when he sees the right-hand Police Detective.

"War..vez.." he calls softly. "Are you really not going to let go, Frianka? It seems like you're going crazy!"

"What is that.. The asunget.." She leaves in front of the mirror, drops the makeup brush on the office table, then picks up the Poison Ivy Perfume. She opens the perfume, approaches him with a smile on her face, and sprays it in front of her. "I thought we talked about this, Police Detective Cedric Warvez?"

He rubs his nose and looks at her evilly. "Look, Frianka! No matter how many times we've talked about it, I only have one answer for you!"

He glares at her because it's a mood breaker, but of course she doesn't want to be infected by her friend's bad vibes. "What is that, Manega! It's here, oh. Can't you see how beautiful I am and what preparation I did to look young and fresh in the eyes of that Syndicate?"

"That's it Frianka! You're tricking a pest syndicate! Why is it that most of the men who want you only want to give you an heir are still S*x Addicts!"

"Sssh! Maybe someone can hear you!"

"You are a madman, Frianka!"

"I'm not crazy, I researched everything! He's the only one who really stands out and passes my taste! The one that didn't let me sleep for a few nights because I could only imagine what a cruel position he would be in and what a strange breed he would give!"

"Do you know who brought him here to the prison, hmm?" A question that makes him smile even more. Yes, he knows when a high position enters a prison. That's why he waited prematurely because he immediately transferred his target near him.

"Senator Akee Alva brought him here, Frianka!" He emphasizes more. "You heard what I said, Senator Akee Alva! It means a very big syndicate that has a lot of illegal activities here in society. It's not just illegal, if it's not a big obstacle for young people, especially women. Did you get f*cking my point huh?"

"I don't care. I just want him!" She says decisively. Her plan to spend one night with one of the Underground World's most wanted syndicates can no longer be stopped. A dangerous and monstrous syndicate. Nothing is sacred, especially to the women he exploits every night in bed, whose bodies, after being exposed to intense heat, will then be killed after he obtains their virginity. The syndicate named 'Hage Juke Armani,' the man she was sure could give her not only a good breed but a sureball 'Son'. Yes, she needs a baby boy, and she's sure that Hage has the ability or a unique position to know the syndicate to be sure that the outcome would be male. That's how strong her prediction is.

"Hage Juke Armani is the only one I know capable of giving me what I need!"

"Frianka, do you hear what you're saying? How can you be sure that he can give you what you need? How sure are you that he's clean? Why! What if he gives you pain instead of a child!"

"He's exploiting a virgin, Warvez! A virgin! So I'm sure he's clean!"

"There are so many other ways, Frianka! There are many men out there with good backgrounds! If you want, I'll be the--"

"He's the one I want!"

"Would you like it? Huh! And what will you tell your son when he grows up? You're even proud that his father is a syndicate!"

"And why should I introduce his father?! Of course I'll say that his daddy is already dead. He was dead when he was made! Oh right, it's not over!"

He really wants to be spanked by his right hand because of his restraint because of the madness he's planning. Well, he can't be blamed if his life is like a story in a book. That case he will only get the inheritance if he can give a son.

"There are more ways! Why don't you try In Vitro Fertilization?"

"I do not want!"

"Frianka! At least in that process you don't have to move or be moved!"

"I said I don't want it! I want the natural way!"

"No! Do it in Vitro. Then it's okay even if the sperm comes from Sendika, even if it's against my heart--"

"They said I want the natural way. And don't tell me now that I should go for CS. I don't want to get scars! Also, hell.. It's so painful to give birth to a Virgin. At least the natural way has a hole! It's loose. It depends on whether it's good to do it, it's not better to be more relaxed!" She reasons. She washes her face and raises her head for a moment while closing her eyes.

"Frianka, I don't want to harm you. I'm just protecting you and telling you the right thing. You don't know what will happen to you inside when you meet. That syndicate is not just ordinary!"

"I can protect myself, if that's what you're worried about."

"I know. I know you're strong and you can finish him off with just one hand. But you are still a woman. Luck is not always on your side."

"Stop it, Warvez. I don't want to argue with you. I don't want to make a face!

"Frianka, please.. Another man, don't join the syndicate--"

"And who will surpass him?!"

It was surprised for a moment and later diverted its gaze in another direction.

"I-I. I can."

"Huh?"

"It's just me.. your heir should come from a bad person. I'm a healthy man and.. My sperm will be active--"

"Really?"

"Why, yes! I have a good background and..my race is also better than that syndicate-"

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