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Revenge in a Wedding Gown
Revenge in a Wedding Gown
Chloe Bradshaw had been married to Liam Thompson for three years, only to discover on their anniversary that their marriage certificate was fake... The real Mrs. Thompson turned out to be her best friend! For three years, Liam and the entire Thompson family had deceived her like she was a fool. All because she couldn't bear children after a car accident damaged her uterus. Yet the reason she'd suffered such severe injuries in the first place was saving Liam's life! Liam Thompson: "I love you—I just wanted a child!" Melanie Harper:"I never meant to ruin your relationship... I just wanted to be part of it!" Chloe Bradshaw: "You're out of your damn minds!" If they thought this was amusing, she'd play along—and make sure they regretted it. Stealing her projects? Fine. She'd marry the heir of a business empire and become the client herself. Denying her a wedding? No problem. His family would offer billions as a dowry, and their ceremony would be the talk of the city. Mocking her infertility? Just wait. She'd make them eat their words. She gave birth to twins, smiling as she watched them seethe with envy. ... News of the young master's marriage spread like wildfire, yet everyone pitied the bride. The entire social circle knew the heir had a white moonlight—his unrequited first love. Though she had already married another, he remained hopelessly devoted. Rumors swirled that he had attempted suicide in despair on her wedding day. Some even claimed to have seen him weeping uncontrollably while rewatching her films. When Chloe Bradshaw delivered their babies and resolved to step aside for his happiness, the young master clutched her desperately, pleading innocence. "Who's spreading these lies? Sweetheart, you've got to believe me!"
Billionaire
4.7
Reborn, Dumped Scum & Spoiled by Officer
Reborn, Dumped Scum & Spoiled by Officer
In her last life, Chloe Morrison had been so dazzled by a scumbag educated-youth that she’d turned into a hopeless love-struck fool She handed him her university slot, her grain coupons, her meat rations, her grandma’s heirloom jade pendant—even snatched her little nephew’s candy to coax him The moment the scumbag returned to the city, he vanished without a trace, and she became the laughingstock of the whole village Just then, officer Isaac Hartwell came home on leave and asked for her hand. She married him, but her heart was full of disdain—for his roughness, his blunt manners, his utter lack of romance—and she despised him for five long years Then came the landslide. The coarse man she’d spent half her life despising shielded her with his own body and was swallowed whole For the decades that followed, remorse and agony gnawed at her; on her deathbed she had only one thought: If there is a next life, I will give everything to love him properly Reborn in an instant, Chloe Morrison’s eyes brimmed with tears and not a shred of confusion remained She grabbed a butcher’s cleaver, snatched the jade pendant back from the scumbag on the spot, and—surprise—the pendant’s hidden space awakened With one kick she sent the heartless man flying, then spun around and threw herself at the rugged officer Isaac Hartwell, marrying him without hesitation, packing her bags to follow him to the army base When the news reached the compound, it exploded like a bomb: “Did you hear? Captain Hartwell married the butcher’s daughter—built like an ox and fierce as hell!” But the very next day, when Isaac Hartwell strode in with fair, delicate, soft-as-cotton Chloe Morrison on his back, every jaw hit the ground This wasn’t some terrifying butcher’s daughter—she was a fragile little beauty who looked like she’d shatter at a touch The crowd’s contempt had barely formed when, two days later, they watched Chloe Morrison dash across the compound, butcher’s cleaver in hand, ready to defend her husband—whereupon the entire yard quivered in fear “She’s faking it! All an act!” Yet Isaac Hartwell wore a dead-serious, wife-protecting expression and declared to one and all: “My wife is delicate, frail, and utterly helpless—none of you are allowed to bully her.” Compound residents: …We’d sooner believe the devil himself.
Marriage
5
Gold Space, Officer Hubby, Easy Win!
Gold Space, Officer Hubby, Easy Win!
Waking up one day, Alice Harper—a landlady who owned thirty properties—found herself transmigrated into the unlucky cannon fodder of a period novel. The original owner, deceived by her so-called best friend, had given up everything for love, only to meet a tragic end in the countryside. Alice Harper stared at her youthful, radiant reflection in the mirror, then thought about the original owner's enviable double-income family and secure job at the department store… She decisively tore up the script: This kind of "blessing"? No thanks! As for that "best friend" who tried to swindle her job? Alice Harper swiftly retaliated with an anonymous tip, sending the schemer straight to the countryside for a taste of hard labor. Perhaps as a perk of transmigration, she unexpectedly gained access to a mysterious space. Inside, it was empty—except for a mountain of gold bars. Alice Harper calmly closed the space: Well, not exactly useful, but nice to look at. She resolved to focus on her job, quietly saving up, waiting for the economic reforms to kick in so she could return to her landlady roots! Nothing would distract her from her money-making mission! Until one day, her cousin brought home a comrade-in-arms for a visit. The tall, broad-shouldered pilot saluted her, ears tinged red as he asked, "Comrade, may I have the pleasure of knowing you?" Alice Harper, who had remained single for two lifetimes, felt her heart skip a beat. Hmm… maybe love wouldn't interfere with her property investments after all? After marriage, she realized she'd struck gold— Her soldier husband handed over his entire paycheck, took care of all household chores, and was a pro at parenting. Her in-laws doted on her like their own daughter, cooking up delicious meals for her every day. Alice Harper lounged in a rocking chair in the yard, nibbling on fruit her husband had peeled for her, gazing contentedly at the numbers in their savings book as she swung her feet. "Honey, how many years until the next reform?" "What's the rush?" The man bent down to kiss the corner of her lips. "Let's take our time dating first."
Marriage
4.5
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