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Watch The Discarded Villainess Shine Now

Watch The Discarded Villainess Shine Now

Sloane woke up in a sterile penthouse, her head throbbing with pathetic, desperate memories that didn't belong to her. She had transmigrated into a trashy romance novel as the ultimate villainess, a woman who completely destroyed her own life chasing a man who despised her. Tech CEO Axel Price stood directly over her, slamming a thick stack of paparazzi photos onto the glass coffee table. "I want a public apology drafted by tomorrow morning, or I will make sure you never work in this town again," he demanded, his voice dripping with absolute disgust. The original host had starved herself for months and wept in the damp bushes outside his headquarters, becoming a massive public joke just for a scrap of his attention. Axel's rabid fanbase was already flooding Sloane's phone with thousands of vicious hate messages, trending hashtags calling her a psycho stalker. Her own talent agency ignored her calls, leaving her completely isolated and universally hated in the entertainment industry. The original host had literally died of a broken heart over this arrogant jerk, leaving Sloane trapped in the miserable wreckage of her reputation. Why should she cower and apologize to a fragile-egoed billionaire who openly treated women like cheap, disposable accessories? A dark, slow smirk crawled onto Sloane's face as she accepted the villainess identity instantly. She pushed herself off the velvet sofa, executed a brutal sweep kick that cracked against Axel's ankle, and physically hurled him out her front door. It was time to show them what a real villainess looked like.
My Contract Husband Hides His Billions

My Contract Husband Hides His Billions

My mother gave me an impossible ultimatum: find a wealthy man to marry in one week, or endure three agonizing blind dates every single day. Driven to the edge after being humiliated by her latest arrogant candidate, I made a reckless move. I asked my brother's old college roommate, Hunter, a seemingly average project manager, to be my fake boyfriend. He calmly rejected the idea, telling me a fake boyfriend wouldn't stop my mother. Instead, he suggested a legally binding marriage of convenience. Exhausted by the constant pressure and still haunted by my ex who left me for a rich heiress, I actually agreed. Within hours, we signed a strict one-year contract and got our marriage license. I thought I had found the perfect, harmless loophole to buy my freedom. But my illusion shattered when my brother called in a panic, screaming that the man I just married was a ruthless, manipulative shark. My anxiety spiked further when my cheating ex suddenly showed up at my coffee shop, begging to get back together. Before I could react, Hunter stepped out of the shadows. The gentle project manager vanished, replaced by a man with glacial eyes and terrifying, absolute authority. "I'm her husband." His voice left no room for argument. Staring at the expensive Bentley he drove and the man who just effortlessly claimed me, I finally realized the terrifying truth. I hadn't married an ordinary man at all, and he had no intention of letting this just be a contract.