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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."
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."
Madame, Your Sock Puppet Was Lost Again
Rona, an adopted daughter, grew up in the countryside and was then allowed to come back to the family one day. Rumour had it that she was illiterate, rude, greedy and ugly and that she dropped out of high school. Lorenzo backed her up online: Honey, you saved my life before, and I want to marry you to show my appreciation. I’m waiting for you! It was well-known that Lorenzo was destined to die before thirty. But the truth was that he had been thirty years old and was showing his affection online! They commented, trying to persuade him: Lorenzo, don’t be blinded. She’s not worthy of you. Lorenzo posted her certificates: She’s a professor by courtesy at City H and an honorary professor at Country A. Indeed I’m not good enough for her. Honey, love you! When her fake identities were exposed one by one, those onlookers finally realized what Lorenzo meant. Lorenzo justified for her online and asked for her love and care offline. “Honey, today I’m captivated by you, as usual. Love you!” “Honey, you’re so awesome. You have many sock puppets!” Rona, who didn’t have any experience in love, felt Lorenzo extremely annoying. He had confessed to her 107 times! When he approached her again, Rona pushed him away and uttered two words coldly, “Fuck off!” When the onlookers learned about Rona’s sock puppets, they excitedly required him to make an apology. Lorenzo stood in front of them arrogantly and pointed at Rona, “She’s my wife.”
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