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You Chose Her, so I Married Better
Having been married for one year, Genevieve Whitfield doesn't expect that she'll get divorced soon, even though the honeymoon phase isn't over yet. Back then, she chose to conceal her identity and marry Zachary Lambert in order to repay him for his benevolence. Little does she know that her repayment is met with cruelty instead. Zachary dotes on his pretentious childhood sweetheart, Regina Sloane, a lot. Genevieve's mother-in-law, Sylvia Jenkins, berates her for not being able to give birth. Even Zachary's younger sister, who's still a teenager, has the gall to push her around. Fine. Whoever wants Zachary can have him. Genevieve doesn't hesitate to hand over the divorce agreement right away. Wait, Zachary doesn't want a divorce? It's fine. Genevieve has an array of methods and brute strength on her side. She can't get a cent out of this divorce? Heck no! She will make sure to obtain every single cent that's rightfully hers! After dumping Zachary, Genevieve's alter egos are stripped one by one by the public. She's a medical genius, a genius artist, as well as a top-tier perfumer. Zachary clutches his chest, clearly regretting his decision. He's willing to present everything he has on a silver platter to her just to beg her to remarry him. But the bastard child, Tristan Hale, of the Lambert family has Genevieve all cornered. She tries to escape from him, only for him to kiss her. With a small smile on his face, he declares, "You're mine."
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."
After Divorce, I Returned as the Army's Queen
Chloe Quall trades her military uniform for an apron and dedicates herself to building Curtis Green's company. In return, she hears him say, "Chloe, how could you ever compare to Sonya? She's a strong, independent female captain, while you're just a useless secretary, pouring coffee and passing memos." Even his friends mock and dismiss her as nothing. None of them know that she once led the special forces, where flying fighter jets on missions was as routine as breakfast for her. She's fluent in five languages and graduated as the top science student in Corvessia. Even elite hackers answered to her. On the day she receives her parents' ashes at the military camp, Curtis is busy escorting his first love's mother to the hospital for a minor wound. That's the final blow. Chloe signs the divorce papers and heads to the airport, cradling her parents' urn. The whole of Corvessia is shaken. Generals and soldiers come in droves to salute her departure. And that's when Curtis finally realizes his ex-wife comes from a family of heroes, her home filled with medals of honor. He was the one who was never worthy of her. Later, jealousy consumes him as he watches Brian Steele—heir to Corvessia's most powerful family—stand at Chloe's side. With his arms wrapped possessively around her waist, Brian murmurs in her ear, "You're mine, Chloe. If you ever dare to rekindle things with your ex, I'll make him disappear." Chloe gives the powerful, ruthless man a bored look and responds with a dismissive roll of her eyes. That night, Brian backs her against the door and pleads desperately for her love.
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