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Two Faces, One Truth: A Web of Lies
There are two heirs to the most elite family in Pluville. The older heir, Zack Sullivan, was refined and polite, whereas the younger heir, Connor Sullivan, was wild and flippant. To the socialites, they were extremely popular candidates when it came to marriage alliances. The Sullivans have already determined that Winona Lowe is to become Zack's fiancee because of her stunning looks and unprecedented talents. Unfortunately, she had fallen from grace three years ago because of a series of accidents in her family. Her younger brother, Scott Lowe, was accused of sexual assault. After that, he somehow fell off a building and died. Her mother took her own life, leading to her father, Gerard Lowe, officially introducing his mistress, Hannah Jordan, into the family. As for Winona, she's viewed as a by-product of her mother's infidelity, thanks to a paternity test that claims that she doesn't have any blood relations with Gerard. On the day the news is made public, the Sullivans instantly terminate the engagement between Winona and Zack. At the same time, Winona gets cast out of her family. It's snowing heavily that day, yet Winona waits outside Sullivan Group in nothing but thin clothes. Unfortunately, Zack never shows his face. That night, Winona goes to the bar to drink her sorrows away. Suddenly, someone snatches her glass away. She turns around to see Connor's flippant smile on his face. "Forget about being my sister-in-law. You should become my girlfriend instead."
Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..." In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm. Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers. Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?" The city explodes with gossip. Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power— what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago. His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat, to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry. Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms. Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan, down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test. Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?" Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears, then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger. "Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..." "Say what?" He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
Four Babies, One Bombshell: I'm Not the Father
I have been dating my girlfriend Vivian White for five years, but we have never even held hands. One day, I somehow get drunk after just one glass of beer. Alcohol makes me lose my inhibitions, and I sleep with her. A month later, she tells me that she is pregnant with quadruplets. Soon, we get married. I give her a wedding gift of five million, and I add her name as co-owner of the house and car. I also sign a voluntary gift agreement to give her all my savings. Her condition worsens with every passing day, and her stomach becomes the size of a huge pumpkin. The doctor advises us to reduce the number of fetuses, but I object resolutely. "Every single one is a treasure to us. I can't bear to lose any of them. My mother said that if Vivian gives birth, she'll give her ten million for each son and five million for each daughter. She'll even give us a five-storey villa with a garden." I deliberately say all that because I accidentally overhear a conversation between Vivian and her friend, Michelle Lawson. "Rowan is now perfectly willing to raise my four babies, and he's transferred the house and the car to me. I'll even be able to get four separate sums of child support in the future. "I may even be able to marry into an elite family thanks to the quadruplets. After all, the more children I have, the higher my chances." It turns out that none of the four babies she is carrying are mine. In fact, they all have different fathers.
Twisted Love, Sweet Revenge
I'm Miranda Oakley. I've had 99 hymen reconstruction surgeries because my boyfriend, Carson Stallone, likes it that way. He promises to marry me after I undergo the same surgery for the 100th time.I leave the hospital in glee. Tonight, I plan to give Carson an unforgettable night as it's our 100th time making love.I cautiously push open the mansion door and suddenly overhear chatter and laughter inside, and my name is also brought up in conversation.I stop walking at once."Carson, I can't believe that you've managed to fool the most elite social butterfly in Seafare City, and she still thinks that you're going to marry her."What if she finds out that your fiancee won't even be her two weeks from now? Do you think she's going to lose her mind? She might even send her clients to get revenge on you!"Carson takes a drag on his cigarette and smirks. "She wouldn't dare. I have videos of her doing the deed with 99 different men. If she tries anything, I'll just leak them all online and make her infamous for the rest of her life.""Oh god, that's genius, Carson! She probably still doesn't know that you weren't the one sleeping with her each time, but rather a bunch of random old men!"Carson's friends clap in delight and praise him for his brilliance and ruthlessness. I freeze completely in shock. No wonder Carson always brings me a warm glass of milk every time we sleep together. It was so that other men could take advantage of me.I tear up the reconstruction surgery report and turn to leave.Since he isn't planning to propose to me, then I'm going to fulfill his wishes and find someone else to marry.
Practice Kissing with the Bad Boy
"Blondie..." Judah trailed as if he was thinking real hard about something. "I'm giving you an out," he said finally."A what?""You don't need to do this with me. This whole... practice kissing thing, too. I think we’ve done enough. This game is getting too out of hand. You should just back out now, while you can. Because this isn't gonna end well for you,""Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell are you talking about?" I scoffed and my voice was seriously high-pitched."I told you, you girls always have to attach emotions to everything. I can already feel it coming. So I'm telling you, you better run now or you're gonna end up falling for me, fast and hard," he said.I snorted a real loud laugh instantly. It was a reflex of some sort."Judah, are you high or something?” I paused to gauge his reaction, but he remained serious. “Look, I can assure you, you don't have to worry about that. I'm not even attracted to you in the slightest," my laughter was maniacal and somewhat insulting.“Oh really?” he asked.“Yes, really,” I said reassuringly. “I have my feelings in check. So if there’s anyone that’s going to fall, that person won’t be me,”Judah crossed his arms and let out an irritated laugh. Clearly, he took my words as a challenge as he raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched into a smirk. He stepped off his bike and moved closer to me. I stepped back in response, hitting the red brick wall behind me. My laughter died down instantly as he put both arms next to my face so that I was completely trapped between him and the wall."Alright Blondie, if that's how you wanna play it," he said lowly. "Game on,"I looked up to see his dark amber eyes boring into mine, a predatory glint in his eyes. I suddenly felt weak and helpless, as if I was a little rabbit about to be swallowed whole by a lion. I gulped instinctively as he leaned closer to me."Tell your heart I'm gonna steal it," he murmured to my ears.
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