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The Keaton Family of Veridia, possessing a fortune of hundreds of billions, controls the economic lifeblood of the entire city. Preston Keaton, the head of the Keaton Family, is a refined and gentle man, self-restrained and courteous, exuding an extraordinary noble air with every move—a perfect gentleman. Evelyn Grant had once seen him from a distance at a banquet. The man was surrounded by a crowd, his features handsome and refined, his demeanor cultured and elegant—he was like the unattainable moon in the sky. She never imagined he would notice someone like her. She certainly never imagined being cornered by him, trapped like prey with nowhere to run. Panicked and helpless, she said, "I have someone I like!" The man lowered his gaze, trapping her in his embrace with a faint, soft laugh. "I know, but..." "So what." —— Evelyn knew the truth from the start. A woman of her status had no future with Preston Keaton. So when she finally decided to leave, she was calm. But she was blocked at the door by Preston. The man forced her back step by step, his smiling expression sending a chill through Evelyn's entire body. An intimate kiss landed on her forehead, his voice chillingly cold, "I'm sorry, babe." His smile vanished completely, replaced by a suffocating sense of pressure and loss of control. "You can't leave."

In a world of secrets and power, every connection is a risk, every friendship a gamble… and trust can be the deadliest game.

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Set up by her malicious stepmother and phony sister to marry an ex-convict, Janice Gladwell has no choice but to enter a flash marriage with a total stranger from a blind date. The man, Christopher Bateman, is incredibly handsome but supposedly a penniless vagrant with nothing to his name. As a fierce and independent woman, Janice works her fingers to the bone to provide for them. She even gives her "poor husband" a monthly allowance and fiercely protects him from her own family's relentless mockery. However, there is one thing Janice doesn't know: the man sleeping on the narrow sofa in her cramped apartment is actually the mysterious President of a massive business empire, capable of turning the city upside down with a single snap of his fingers. Behind her back, Christopher secretly crushes her enemies and spoils her with luxury goods under the guise of "free lottery prizes." The elaborate lie because Janice harbors deep scars from her past and has sworn an oath to hate rich men. Now, caught between sweet little lies, luxury cars claimed to be "borrowed from a friend," and absolute power hidden behind a gentle smile, a ticking time bomb awaits. What will happen when Janice finally realizes that the "useless" husband she’s been providing for is the exact billionaire she wants to avoid at all costs? How many secrets will unravel when his mask finally falls? Who exactly did she marry?

Reincarnated into a world of magic and monsters, Victor didn't become a heroic knight or an all-powerful Archmage. Instead, he woke up as the Principal of the Abyssal Academy—a bankrupt, crumbling school for the continent's worst villains, dark mages, and assassins. The teachers are embezzling funds. The students are trying to assassinate him daily. And the "Heroes of Light" are planning to raid the school and execute everyone in thirty days. But Victor isn't sweating. In his past life, he was a ruthless corporate tycoon, and he just awakened the [Tycoon's Ledger] System. He doesn't need to fight with magic; he fights with capitalism. A student tries to stab him? Victor survives and charges them a 5,000 Gold "Practical Exam Fee." The Heroes of Light are invading the campus? Victor sells the broadcasting rights to the Demon Realm and opens a massive betting pool. Armed with his ledger, a cold heart, and a brilliant mind, Victor is about to show the magical world that the most terrifying power isn't a Tier-9 Fireball. It's compound interest. Welcome to the Abyssal Academy. Your tuition is due.

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.

My wife is pretending to be a bad student again. ###### After raising a foolish wife for nineteen years, she left a divorce paper and ran away! Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked calm: "She doesn't know the way, she won't get far." The subordinate reminded: "Madam has run abroad to compete..." Young Master remained expressionless: "She is a bad student, always last in every competition." The subordinate wiped his sweat: "But, Madam is a judge this time..." Mr. Emperor furrowed his brows: "Heh, what does a country girl know besides planting?" The subordinate wanted to cry: "A global top academic competition... in the men's category... as a judge..." He, who has a leg condition, suddenly stood up from the wheelchair: "I'll go compete!" = = At the competition venue. Looking at his foolish wife dressed as a man, handsome and charming, dominating all the awards; then in a long dress, radiant and mesmerizing, becoming a goddess revered in the fields of global medicine, pharmacy, botany, and even astrophysics... His eyes deepened: "No matter how amazing, she's still my woman!" Who would have thought, she arrogantly tossed a divorce paper: "Here, sign it!" [1v1 sweet love story, both heart-wrenching and heart-warming]

A car accident causes Shirley Thorne to transmigrate into the body of a woman with the same name who'd do anything for her brother. She starts off facing a marriage contract worth 100 million. What is there to wait for? Sign it! What does 100 million even mean? If you deposit it into a high-yield savings account and do nothing all day, the interest alone is over ten thousand! As for her husband being a notorious wife-jinxer, it doesn't matter. In the face of good looks and money, everything else is just trivial~~~

Vivian Sinclair followed her mother into the Prescott Family. Mother and daughter survived by clinging to the Prescotts. The Prescott siblings looked down on her background, bullied her, and ridiculed her as lowly. Only Curtis Prescott stood up: "The weaker you are, the stronger the enemy becomes. Don't be afraid, fight back." A naive heart secretly thumped, gradually imprisoning her childhood kindness from the young boy. Until that night, Miss Prescott ordered someone to kidnap her and silence her. The phone call made in panic was a lifeline: "Curtis is busy. She said if it's your call, don't answer!" Lost love and hate instantly froze into ice. Tristan Sterling had a face as cold as ice; every time Vivian Sinclair met this man, she needed a great psychological struggle. Yet, countless times, this man's cold-hearted and sharp tongue saved her from peril. But it was this aloof man who stood firmly behind her when she was humiliated and ridiculed, revealing his feelings only after nightfall. "Back then, I thought the girl with the bow was so silly, yet I remembered this silly girl." After losing contact with Vivian Sinclair, Curtis Prescott frantically searched for her within his heart: "Vivian, don't leave me, I was wrong!" Julian Sterling stood by with a faux gangster aura: "You don't need to take responsibility for that night."

She was reborn by borrowing her twin sister's identity; from then on, the useless young miss of the Sterling Family transformed into a goddess who crushes all. Just as she was having a blast taking revenge on the scumbags, she found herself entangled with the most mysterious man from the Valerius Clan. In Aurora Sterling's eyes, Damien Valerius was just a scoundrel, a drama king, and a shameless rogue! However, to Damien Valerius, this slyly mischievous little fiancée of his was the antidote he never wanted to be without for his entire life.

Xu Xiangbei, all alone, moved to Jiangcheng, rented a big villa thinking he could enjoy a few carefree days. Unexpectedly, the cold and beautiful female CEO is insisting on co-renting. "Please, I really don't want to hook up with the same woman for an entire life."

My new novel, "Rebirth of a '90s Spicy Little Wife: Young Master Mo, You're Too Hard to Seduce!", is now being serialized! Please give it your support! Gifting her mansions, luxury cars, and designer bags is his daily pampering. Accompanying her to raise hell and punish scumbags is his basic pampering. Before her rebirth, she was bullied, deceived, and had her life stolen from her. She loved him deeply but dared not confess and died a miserable death. After her rebirth, she makes a comeback, punishes the scumbags, and builds a fortune. She devotes herself to loving him, and from then on, reaches the pinnacle of her life. She said, "Mr. Nathan, having you in this life is enough!"

Her three-year marriage to Tristan Grayson, in the end, was nothing but a joke. In the eyes and heart of Tristan Grayson, there was only one woman, and her name was Maggie Monroe. As for her, Mika Summers, she was merely a prop for a smokescreen. And so, covered in blood, she escaped his world... However, he refused to let her go. Finally, at the end of her rope, she said: "Tristan Grayson, what will it take for you to finally let me go!" "You are my woman, Tristan Grayson's. How could I possibly let you go?" ...

"You look so familiar, Miss, have we met somewhere before?" He looked at her with a smile.

“Damian Sinclair, you said you wouldn’t touch me, wouldn't like me, and wouldn’t marry me!” “Darling, you must be mistaken. I clearly want to sleep with you, like you a lot, and hold a certificate of marriage!” “You...you're shameless, going back on your word!” “Be good, husband can do something even more shameless.” The book is also called "The CEO Is Too Fierce, Baby Feels Square" and "Beast, Let Go of That Soft Cutie, Let Me Come."

Bai Xiqin only survived for three years in the apocalypse before dying. Returning to the time before the apocalypse, she unexpectedly unlocked a Personal Space, which even came with an ancient Mountain and Sea Exotic Beast. To her surprise, this time around, her whole family became elites. Before the apocalypse—— Bai Yifan asked his sister, "Did you dream the apocalypse is coming? What happened to me?" "You didn’t run as fast as mom and dad, but it's alright – better to keep it in the family!" Bai Xiqin responded calmly. Bai Yifan: ??? After the apocalypse—— Funeral Master Bai Mother waved her hand casually, and the Zombie was roasted crispy on the outside and tender on the inside by the Thunder Ability. Bai Mother frowned instinctively, "I really want to give them a makeup touch-up!" The forensic doctor Bai Family Grandma calmly dug out a Crystal Core, "Its lower jaw protrudes, clearly an underbite, even with makeup it wouldn't look good." Bai Yifan shook while holding a sack to collect Crystal Cores, bravely holding back tears. The teacher Bai Family Grandpa and top lawyer Bai Father heated oil in the pan, using the strongest Superpower to withstand the harshest blows, to make the most delicious meals. The Mountain and Sea Monsters with extraordinary skills—— Qin Yuan, being rubbed against the ground by Bai Xiqin: "Master, today you seem as gentle and kind as ever!" Taowu: "Move aside, you are blocking me from hanging clothes for the master." Water Python: "Someone, tie me to the tree as a clothesline." Leng Yebai's Chapter—— Recently, Leng Yebai keeps dreaming, dreaming that he is being experimented on and sliced, along with an elegant girl. He always thought it was just a dream until one day, the person from his dreams appeared right in front of him.

She was cruelly calculated by her half-sister, resulting in a tarnished reputation, and her mother passed away with resentment. Six years later, she returns to the country with her son. The little guy actually proposes marriage for her on a live streaming platform: "Hello everyone, I am Song Dabai, my mommy is Song Yinyin, my daddy is... hehe, I still need a daddy! Handsome uncles willing to be my daddy, please marry my mommy soon!" A few days later, that diamond-grade man who drove countless women in the Imperial City wild with fascination appears and from then on, he entangles her. A sweet love story with a 1 to 1 pet romance.

“I like money, food, and handsome guys.” The next day, some young master knocked on her door. “Hundreds of millions of assets, advanced culinary skills, ten out of ten looks—three-in-one, this is a deal for you.” Aurora Blaine‘s playboy-abusing rating is through the roof. Because there was a big handsome guy living next door with amazing cooking skills, she just freeloaded food and eventually gave herself over. Aurora Blaine: “You’ve been single for so long, didn’t you say you didn’t like women?” Maverick Knight: “Because I was waiting for you to appear.”