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Wedding's Smuggler
Romance Wanda E. Pangestu, examines various foreigner weddings as a reference for her novel to be published in the near future. Unexpectedly, out of the many parties that were held that day, Wanda infiltrated the wedding without the bride and ended up replacing the bride!
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Wanda Elka Pangestu is a writer whose identity is kept secret for the convenience of everyday life, there is no special reason other than that. For the sake of the final stage of her novel to be published in the near future, Wanda is required by the script editor to look for clues about the wedding to complete the final part of the novel.
As a professional writer, Wanda has infiltrated several weddings. One, two, three weddings she attended without an invitation were not enough, so she infiltrated the wedding again, which turned out to be quite luxurious, and to make matters worse, there was no bride!
Wanda, who was aware of the absence of the bride, never thought that she would be made the bride by the groom, who was eventually discovered to be Bryant Nathanael Ethan. After being asked for help, which was more of a coercion and agreement, Wanda agreed. Wanda would act like a normal wife and in return Bryant would do some romantic things at Wanda's request for inspiration for Her novel. Male Lead
Fantasy I am a twenty-three-year-old woman with heart disease. Recovery is impossible. I was born prematurely with an unstable heart condition. Since childhood I have had a weak body, I can't do this and that. Just lie down and read a book.
When i was nineteen years old. Just when the doctor said my condition was getting worse. I spent time in my room and wrote a novel on a novel reading app.
Create a novel with the main character who is beautiful and happy with her family. The main male character is the son of an emperor who becomes a slave because of a tragedy. The story is cliché. Filled with a sweet love story like my dream.
I write with pleasure because all this is my dream. Everything that is typed is an unfulfilled dream. Every word that exists is the hope of my life.
The perfect life of the female main character is a very sweet dream. It feels like changing positions to become Clathria Vance, who lives happily. But...
"Huh! Even here, I am living the life of a stupid, weak girl."
My breath kicked up some dust. I had entered this dreamy novel world, but not as Clathria. But as Lilyana Van Breac. A powerful mage. No, no. Lyana is not actually a gifted witch. She became a great sorceress because of her pact with the devil.
Her family are natural witches. The oldest brother has the power of fire, the second brother has the power of earth, and the third brother has the power of controlling plants. And Liana? He was just trash who didn't have any power in people's eyes. Therefore, Lyana took the blood of her three siblings, surrendered to the devil, and became a realm controller of the five elements.
"Two more elements destruction bonus from the devil."
Lyana, a powerful witch, becomes a cruel, cold-hearted woman. That's why he died in such a horrible way.
"I think I support what Lyana did as revenge for her wound. It's like the male lead taking revenge on Lyana and her family. It's a little unfair, though. But the plot is like that. But I made up the plot myself. Hah, base,"Lyana dies as a result of the devil's pact and the male lead's attack, which turns her to ashes. After that, Her spirit was also locked and tormented in hell. Creepy.
When I first came to this world, I wanted to live a quiet life with a good mother, Lyana, to live as I should. But I changed my mind, I don't want to die in ashes. Because now I am the one in Liana's position.
"If I hadn't made a pact with the devil, it wouldn't have happened. If I hadn't been greedy, everything would have been fine. After all, this Lyana character actually has a power that awakens really late."
"Just wait for the power to awaken, yes, the point is that I have power. And also to be able to live comfortably. Although it is often compared to the strength of the three bullies."
I lie down on a used mattress. A cramped toilet, even worse than the maid's quarters.
"Lilies?"The soft voice greeted my ear.
"Mother?" I rose to see the figure of a beautiful woman smiling softly. She carried a tray of food in her hand.
"Let us eat."
I approached the beautiful woman, whose name is Sicily. The beautiful woman who became my mother, the only person who appreciates my presence. She was simply the concubine of Grand Duke Breac.
"Next time, don't be disobedient,"Sicily whispered to me. She is a good mother. Unfortunately, Sicily's life is not long. Soon this beautiful and kind woman will die because of a journey to the north, an area famous for its eternal snow.
I've just been punished. It was because I defended myself against the accusations of Gisella Van Breac, the third brother.
"I am innocent, Mother."
Sicily sighed. He stroked my golden white mane,"You know,"she replied.
"You want me to accept the mistakes I didn't make?"
"Isn't that better than being punished like this?" asked Sicily.
"No, I would never do that. I would not want to accept someone else's mistakes as mine."
Sicily wore a sad face. "Daughter,"she called out. I let out a small sigh. Then I hugged her. Sicily worried about me out of pity. But who wants to give in to something that doesn't make sense.
"I heard Father brought some people from outside?" I asked.
"Yes."
I stared out the window. Holding a cup of hot tea. This is already the beginning. The beginning of the torture of the male protagonist. Gerald Del Variano.
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"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
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Rabbit Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Rabbit Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge
Rabbit The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand.
Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn.
She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back. After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire
Rabbit Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered.
Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak.
She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her.
Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears.
Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home." His Contract Bride, The Real Heiress
Rabbit I stepped from the taxi onto Manhattan's pristine curb, a naive farm girl from Montana. My mission: marry billionaire Julian Sterling for a contract. But my welcome was a trap; that night, I found myself in his bed, a drugged, vulnerable man clinging to me.
The Sterling penthouse became a gauntlet. Julian's mother and stepsister relentlessly tried to undermine my "charity case" facade, insulting, sabotaging, and humiliating me, making my true mission perilous.
Victoria tossed money into my breakfast. Stella set impossible tasks. Julian's friend, Vanessa, bribed me to leave and shamed me at a gala. Julian, cold and suspicious, demanded I "play the fool."
Each cruel prank fueled a quiet fury. It was infuriating to be dismissed, knowing secrets I held. Julian's unexpected vulnerability and my grandfather's mysterious will sparked deeper questions.
But I fought back. I shredded Vanessa's bribe, tamed a pop star, and outwitted Stella's sabotage, proving competence. Julian's disdain shifted to respect. This was now a battle for my inheritance, identity, and hidden truths. I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything
Rabbit My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune.
For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me."
He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster.
He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous.
The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built. Abandoned Wife, Billionaire Revenge
Rabbit My husband promised me forever, but gave me endless lies. On our anniversary, I found his secrets on social media, exposed by his mistress. He didn't just break my heart; he broke my entire world.
Seraphina sat alone in her opulent mansion, preparing their anniversary dinner, feeling the suffocating weight of her cold, hollow marriage.
An Instagram post from Tiffany Sloan then brazenly revealed Harrison's hand at a romantic dinner, shattering his flimsy excuses and exposing his blatant infidelity.
The betrayal turned Seraphina's despair into cold resolve. He gaslighted her, dismissed her pain, and reminded her she was "nothing." He chose his mistress over her dying brother, caused her to break an ankle, and finally abandoned her on a desolate street corner, stripped of dignity.
How could she have sacrificed her entire violin career for a man who so casually discarded her? Under that bridge, her foolish love died, leaving only a fierce desire for reclamation.
Shivering and alone, a faded flyer for a violin teacher caught her eye. It was a defiant whisper of her old self, a promise: Seraphina Vanderbilt was gone, and a new Seraphina was finally free.