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The Comatose Billionaire's Secret Genius Bride

The Comatose Billionaire's Secret Genius Bride

Arletta Lee was dragged out of rural Pennsylvania to be a sacrificial bride for the comatose billionaire heir, Josue Mcconnell. The moment she stepped into the massive estate, she became the prime target of a vicious, greedy family. Josue's stepmother and half-brother viewed her as cheap trash. They didn't just want her gone; they wanted Josue dead. Kyler broke into her room at night reeking of bourbon, and later sneaked into the medical wing with a lethal synthetic neurotoxin aimed right at Josue's IV line. His jealous cousin even tried to permanently disfigure her face with a thermos of boiling water. "She's just a cheap good-luck charm the old man bought. We can throw her out with the trash whenever we want." They relentlessly bullied her, thinking she was just a helpless, terrified country girl who would quietly take the blame for their murder plot. But what the arrogant Mcconnell family didn't know was that her pathetic, trembling demeanor was entirely manufactured. They thought they had trapped a frightened rabbit in a den of wolves. In reality, Arletta was a brilliant underground surgeon. Using ancient neural acupuncture hidden in a simple wooden hairpin, she flawlessly turned their traps against them, locking Kyler away and winning the ruthless patriarch's absolute protection. As the supposedly brain-dead billionaire finally twitched and locked his fingers in an iron grip around her hand, Arletta smiled coldly. It was time to wake him up and let him tear this rotten family apart.
The Secret Male Wife

The Secret Male Wife

"Fuck it...They say the Mission is easy is easy..Why is there a mafia here..Why do I have to die Virgin..". "Hahaha..Agent Sam..Hurry up, maybe our lives will be saved..Agent Jam..What's the plan.. They're still following us..". "When I'm among the three Let's go our separate ways...You go downstairs and I will go in the rooftop...I have the suitcase so they will follow me if ever I can't come back right away..Call me that's different With us..Get it!.". "Okay! Okay!..As long as you don't die ahh..There is nothing good in our team when it happens..". When the three separated, Jam was the only one left who was being chased by the mafia when they reached the rooftop. Jam had no hope of escaping. "stop!..Put your hands above your head and don't move". Jam, still catching his breath from running, smiled sweetly before he faced the person who ordered him. "Ohh..My sweet husband, can you let me go again..". "Jammie...How many times do we have to do it?..Didn't I tell you not to accept a mission when the mafia is involved..What if another mafia boss is here and it's not me haha". "I'm sorry.. Promise, It won't happen again". "Haa..Here..Put this in your body before you jump to the other building..If I ever saw even One wound or scratch on your body..I swear-". "Okay..okay I understand..Alright bye'bye..". "Boss, Aren't we going to catch another of Sir.Jammie's Companions..". "No need..I will punish their Agent Jam later.. Let's go.."
The Scapegoat's Return: Watch Me Shine Now

The Scapegoat's Return: Watch Me Shine Now

I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Reese family, living quietly in the shadow of their biological daughter, Asha. After a charity gala, a drunk Asha insisted on driving her sports car, only to strike a pedestrian on a dark, wet road. Before I could even call 911, my boyfriend Collins and the family lawyer arrived to control the scene. My adoptive father put a heavy hand on my shoulder, begging me to take the fall so their true bloodline wouldn't have a criminal record. "I'll wait for you, Crys. I promise I'll take care of everything." Collins whispered those words and squeezed my hand. I foolishly agreed, but in court, Collins personally submitted a fabricated statement detailing my history of severe binge drinking. The high-priced lawyer offered no defense, and I was sentenced to three years in a federal prison, completely abandoned by the family I loved. For 1,095 days behind razor wire, I suffered the ultimate betrayal. They hadn't made a mistake; they had intentionally fed me to the wolves as a disposable sacrifice to keep their precious princess safe. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could destroy me without a single ounce of hesitation. Upon my release, I fled to a new city with just twenty-seven dollars, deciding that surviving and living well would be my revenge. I finally found a safe haven working at a small diner. But as I drove my delivery truck downtown today, I locked eyes with Collins's best friend through the window of a luxury Bentley. The billionaires who ruined my life have found me, and the storm they tried to bury has officially arrived.