Category: English

I accompanied my husband Aaron Moore’s mom, Adeline Moore, to an auction. Adeline fancied a diamond necklace, and we finally bought it for 30 million dollars. The auctioneer signaled us to make the payment. For convenience, Adeline said to charge it directly to her husband Charles Moore’s account. But, I didn’t expect that just as she finished speaking, two women dressed in expensive clothes and covered in jewelry suddenly appeared. The young woman, Bella Smith, grabbed Adeline’s arm, while the middle-aged woman, Amelia Walker, directly slapped Adeline. Amelia gritted her teeth and said, “I knew something was off long ago. You shameless old woman, ruining my family and seducing my husband. You won’t end well.” I quickly shielded Adeline and asked her, “Adeline, are you okay?” Hearing my words, Amelia’s sharp gaze immediately shifted to me. “Adeline is so shameless, desperately flattering rich people. Don’t you feel embarrassed for her at all?” I quickly stood in front of Adeline, stating that I am Aaron’s wife, and questioned who the other person was. But Amelia said coldly and arrogantly, “Who am I? I am the legal wife of the richest man, Charles, the wife he officially married.” She gave me a contemptuous glance and continued, “Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to question my identity?” Before I could speak, Amelia directly took out her phone and made a call. “Aaron, my dear son, hurry to the auction and help me catch the woman your father is seeing outside.” I wondered, “Isn’t Aaron my husband? When did he get another mother outside?” After hanging up, Amelia gave us a provocative smile and directly pushed Adeline onto the auction stage. I wanted to chase after her, but Bella stopped me. She gritted her teeth and asked me, “Who did you just say you are?” Sensing her malice, I instinctively stepped back, but that only gave her a chance to make a move. Bella grabbed my arm and said, “Let me tell you, I’m already engaged to Aaron. He’s my man.” At the same time, Amelia on stage grabbed the auctioneer’s microphone. Her sharp voice instantly echoed throughout the auction hall. She told everyone, “Remember this homewrecker’s face.” As Amelia spoke, her right hand kept slapping Adeline’s cheek. She asked Adeline, “Does seducing someone else’s husband feel good?” “In public, with me, his lawful wife, present, how dare you casually mention my husband’s name?” “Did you think you wouldn’t be found out?” Seeing Adeline’s pale face, I felt extremely anxious. I broke free from Bella and ran onto the stage to shield Adeline behind me. I asked Adeline, “Adeline, are you okay?” Adeline gently shook her head and said, “Victoria, how could this happen?” Victoria Hernandez is my name. She continued, “How could I be the other woman?” Seeing her emotions grow more intense and her breathing become rapid, I didn’t dare delay and immediately took out a quick-acting heart reliever from my bag and gave it to her. I said to her, “Adeline, there must be some misunderstanding.” Charles and Adeline grew up together, and after getting married, their relationship has always been great. They respect each other and have never argued. Amelia heard what I said, and her face twisted with anger. She said, “Misunderstanding? I caught you both red-handed, and you still dare to call it a misunderstanding?” While comforting Adeline, I forced myself to stay calm. I said to Amelia, “You claim to be Charles’s wife. Do you have any proof?” As I spoke, I lifted Adeline’s right hand. A massive pink diamond ring sparkled brilliantly under the light. I continued, “I believe everyone here recognizes this diamond ring, right?” “This was personally made by Charles for his wife. There’s only one in the entire world.” “This is enough to prove our identity.” Adeline was a premature baby and the youngest in the family, so she grew up being spoiled by everyone. Because she had a heart condition and couldn’t handle the stress of a grand wedding, plus she didn’t like meeting strangers, they only invited a few close friends when they got married. The outside world only knew that Charles had someone he loved, but no one had ever seen Adeline herself. I thought things would end there, but Amelia suddenly went crazy and yanked the ring off Adeline’s hand. She said fiercely, “This is a token of love between Charles and me. Where did you get it?” After a few seconds of thought, Amelia pretended to suddenly understand and said, “Well, you’re not just a mistress, you’re also a thief.” As she spoke, she directly put the ring on her ring finger and proudly showed it off to everyone. “I lost this ring a while ago. I thought I’d never get it back.” “But I never expected…” She deliberately left the rest unsaid, causing everyone present to point at us and talk with disgust. Someone said, “His real wife has already come forward, yet this woman still won’t admit it.” Another person said, “Yeah, look at how this woman is trembling. She must know her identity is fake.” I frowned tightly, took out my phone to call the police, but Bella snatched it away. She raised an eyebrow and said, “What? Looking for backup?” Amelia took the opportunity to push me to the ground, causing Adeline to fall as well. She looked down at us and asked, “Do you have any other evidence to prove your identity?” Seeing us remain silent, she revealed a triumphant smile. “You don’t, but I do.” Then, under everyone’s puzzled gazes, Amelia calmly took out a black and gold bank card. She said, “This is Charles’s exclusive bank card. I think this is enough to prove my identity.” I immediately retorted, “Impossible. This card must be fake.”

I almost instinctively shouted it out. I continued, “Charles’s card has always been in the safe at home. How could he possibly take it out so easily?” “This card of yours must be fake.” My confident attitude not only didn’t make them panic but made them even more arrogant. Amelia ignored me and turned to hand the card to a professional appraiser. “We’ll find out if it’s real or not after checking.” At this moment, Adeline curled up entirely behind me. She said, “Victoria, my chest hurts so much.” I quickly patted her back and helped her stand up. I said, “Adeline, I’ll take you to the hospital right now.” But Bella stopped us. “Who gave you permission to leave?” She grabbed my shoulder, her sharp nails digging in painfully. “You two impostors want to leave? Not so easy.” As soon as Bella finished speaking, the appraiser nearby spoke up. He respectfully handed the card back to Amelia with both hands and said, “Mrs. Amelia Moore, this card is indeed authentic.” Adeline widened her eyes in disbelief, her gaze turning blank. She murmured, “How? How could this happen?” “Charles said this card was only for me to use.” Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, so everyone present heard it. Amelia was extremely emotional, ready to come over and hit someone. “You still want to spend my family’s money? I’ll beat you to death.” I extended my arm to stop her again, then suppressed my anger and said to her, “I don’t care how you got this card.” “But I’m warning you now, stop it.” Amelia was a bit surprised and said, “Are you talking to me?” She grinned, then grabbed my hair and yanked me toward her. “I was busy dealing with that mistress earlier and forgot to take care of you, the accomplice.” Bella cooperatively slapped me twice. “Adeline seduced Mr. Charles Moore, and you seduced my future husband.” “You two really have a clear division of labor.” Seeing me get hit, Adeline panicked and quickly called Charles. But no one answered the call. Amelia noticed and smashed Adeline’s phone directly. She said, “Still looking for help? Let me tell you, I’ve already had my husband block you.” “My presence here today to catch you is also my husband’s idea.” Hearing her words, Adeline turned pale, tears streaming down continuously. Bella took the chance and punched my stomach repeatedly. I had no choice but to reveal that I am the daughter of the Hernandez family. I gasped and said, “Bella, if you don’t want the Smith family to suffer with you, let go immediately.” Bella paused for a moment, then nervously looked at Amelia beside her. Amelia said, “So now you’re not pretending to be from the Moore family, but from the Hernandez family instead?” She crossed her arms and said, “It seems you know a lot about wealthy families. You know Ms. Hernandez grew up abroad, so you dare to impersonate her identity, right?” Bella immediately regained her confidence. She straightened up and said, “Even if your identity is fake, so what? Even if it’s real, what can you do?” “Behind me is not just the Smith family, but also the Moore family.” She put on an arrogant look, making me feel a bit powerless. I said, “If you don’t believe me, give me back my phone. I have evidence to prove my identity.” Hearing my words, Amelia directly stepped on my phone. “You want to call for help? I’m telling you, no way.” At this moment, a voice came from afar. “What’s going on? Why isn’t the auction continuing?” A familiar figure, Manager Jackson Clark, slowly appeared before us. I shouted his name desperately, “Jackson, it’s me. I’m Victoria.”

Jackson pushed through the crowd in confusion. When he saw me, his expression changed instantly. But the next second, when he noticed Amelia, he immediately put on a flattering smile. “Mrs. Amelia Moore, why didn’t you inform me in advance that you were coming?” “I’ll have someone prepare a private room and coffee for you right away.” Amelia liked his approach. She waved casually and said, “No need to go through so much trouble. My main purpose today isn’t the auction.” “I’m here to catch the third party.” The atmosphere instantly grew tense, and the guests began speaking up for Amelia. Someone said, “Mistresses nowadays are really outrageous. Even the real wife has shown up, yet she still won’t repent.” Another person said, “Yeah, Jackson. How can your auction let just anyone in?” Hearing everyone’s comments, Jackson awkwardly looked at us. I seized the opportunity and said to him, “Jackson, it’s me. Don’t you recognize me?” “This is Adeline, my husband’s mother. They are the impostors.” I said to him excitedly, “Hurry up and call the police for us.” But under my expectant gaze, Jackson distanced himself from me. “Ms. Hernandez, we’re not very familiar.” He sneered and continued, “Why would I call the police for you? Do you want to go to jail?” As he spoke, Jackson slowly leaned toward my ear and lowered his voice, saying, “Ms. Hernandez, don’t blame me for not warning you. That lady over there is the wife of our richest man.” “I suggest you be sensible, admit your mistake, and calm her down. Maybe this will blow over.” I gritted my teeth and said, “Jackson, are you crazy?” “Even if others don’t know, don’t you know my true identity?” When Aaron and I got married, Jackson attended the wedding and even gave me a pair of diamond earrings. That’s also why I placed my hopes on him just now. But I didn’t expect this outcome. Jackson shrugged indifferently and then said in a voice only the two of us could hear, “The head of The Moore family is still Mr. Charles Moore.” “You are Mr. Moore’s wife, that’s true. But I also hope you stay clear-headed. In wealthy families, those not liked by their husband’s mother are destined for divorce.” I was stunned. So, this is what he really thinks. I had no choice but to take a step back. Seeing Adeline struggling to breathe, I softened my tone. I said, “Alright, Jackson, I’m begging you. For the sake of us knowing each other before, can you help me call an ambulance, please?” “Adeline has a heart condition.” I choked up when mentioning Adeline. Over the years, I’ve come to see Adeline as my own mother. I can endure grievances, but I can’t stand seeing Adeline being bullied like this. Amelia said impatiently, “She has a heart condition? Does being sick give her the right to steal someone else’s husband?” She had a bad temper and raised her arm to hit again, but her action was interrupted once more. A voice came through. “Mrs. Amelia Moore, Mr. Moore sent me ahead to assist you.” Everyone turned toward the voice. I immediately recognized the person as Aaron’s personal secretary, Liam Kelly, which gave me a glimmer of hope. But I didn’t even have time to speak before Amelia, clearly displeased, stopped the person. She said, “Where’s Aaron? He’s got some nerve. “I, his own mother, called him to come over. Does he dare not show up?” Amelia’s expression directly frightened Liam. Liam said, “Mrs. Amelia Moore, please don’t be upset. “Mr. Moore is driving over here. I guess he’ll be here soon.” But no matter what Liam said, Amelia was just not satisfied. She directly made a video call to Aaron. “Aaron, what’s going on with you? “Your mom is about to be driven crazy by this mistress. Where are you? “Didn’t I ask you to come help me? Where are you?”

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MyFiction” app 🔍 search for “411737”, and watch the full series ✨! #MyFiction #Billionaire #Crazy #Family #humiliated #Contemporary

The night I, Julian Murphy, returned from a business trip, a call came from the regular pharmacy saying my membership card failed to deduct payment during an afternoon purchase and needed a top-up. I looked at my wife, Violet Sterling, who was focused on making dinner in the kitchen, and asked her what she bought. She smiled, took a box of supplements out of her bag, and said, “I’ve been staying up late working overtime these days, and my heart’s feeling a bit off, so I bought something for it.” Seeing my blank expression, she helplessly pulled a card out of her bag. She said, “I know you’re a money-lover. I accidentally used your membership card. How about I compensate you tenfold?” I didn’t take the card like I used to. Instead, I looked at her quietly and said, “Let’s get a divorce.” A trace of astonishment flashed across Violet’s face. Then, she took my hand, smiled helplessly, and said, “What’s wrong? Is this a punishment for losing a game with friends?” “I’m not stopping you from hanging out with them, but such an inappropriate joke really hurts me.” Facing her pitiful and aggrieved gaze, I pulled my hand away. “I’m not playing games, I’m serious.” Her gentle expression cracked slightly, and she frowned. “Serious? Why exactly? Is it because I didn’t pick you up at the airport, and that good friend of yours told you again that I’ve had a change of heart?” “Or is it because I’ve been too busy these days and didn’t video call you to say goodnight? Didn’t I explain already? Stop it, I’ll make it up to you tonight, okay?” As she spoke, she rested her head on my neck, rubbing back and forth. The warm breath brushed against my skin, stirring a ripple of intimacy. I pushed her away forcefully, suppressing the disgust inside. “I said divorce, don’t you understand?” The romantic atmosphere was shattered, and a hint of anger appeared in her eyes. But she quickly suppressed her emotions, her tone turning conciliatory. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t possibly want a divorce just because I used your membership card, right?” I remained expressionless. “Yes, it’s because of this membership card that I want a divorce. Got a problem with that? You spend even a cent of mine, and I feel disgusted.” She stared at me in disbelief. “Do you even know what you’re saying? Over money? You didn’t even care why I bought supplements when you came back, and I didn’t blame you.” “Besides, I already offered ten times the compensation, but you refused! And now you…” I didn’t want to hear her excuses anymore, so I turned around and went to the room to pack my things. I said, “Stop talking. Tomorrow, see you in court.” She stubbornly followed me, but her hand got caught by the force of me slamming the door. “Julian!” she growled in pain, “Explain clearly, why? Why do you want a divorce?” Facing her swollen, tearful eyes from the pain, I slammed the door shut without hesitation. I said, “There’s nothing to say. Just show up on time.” After a long time, a dull pounding on the door came from outside. She shouted, “I don’t agree to the divorce! Don’t even think about it!” Footsteps faded away, accompanied by the heavy sound of a door slamming. After she left, I suppressed the turmoil in my heart and called my lawyer friend. “Help me draft a divorce agreement. The car and house go to me, and the assets are split equally.” Violet didn’t come home all night, but I had a good sleep. The next day at work, I received a message from Violet’s mother, Helen Sterling, asking me to join them for dinner after work. Every time we argued before, when Violet couldn’t win, she’d just go back to her parents’ house feeling aggrieved. Then her mom and her late sister’s husband, Nathan Hayes, would cook a delicious meal, invite me over, and mediate our conflicts. This method worked well; every time after the meal, we would make up. But this time is different; I’ve made up my mind to get a divorce. So when they asked when we were planning to have a child, I didn’t lower my head shyly like before but pushed away the dish Violet handed me. I calmly said, “Having a child might not go as you wish; we’re planning to divorce.”

Helen looked at me in shock. “Julian, divorce is no joke. What did Violet do wrong? Tell me, and we’ll talk to her for you.” I frowned and put down my fork. “Nothing, we just don’t like each other anymore and don’t want to waste time. Don’t try to persuade me, I’m set on this divorce. I can’t take another minute.” Violet choked up, her eyes instantly turning red. “What did I do wrong? Tell me, and I’ll change. I don’t believe you have no feelings for me. If you don’t want me to spend your money, I won’t touch a penny from now on, okay?” Helen’s face immediately darkened upon hearing it was about money. Nathan quickly pulled me away. As he walked, he said, “Everyone, don’t get upset. Some things are hard to say face-to-face. I’ll take Julian to have a talk and try to reason with him.” After entering his bedroom, he locked the door behind him and turned around, looking at me with a face full of concern. He said, “What’s going on? What can’t you tell me? I know you’re not someone who acts recklessly; you must be facing some trouble.” Nathan and I usually get along quite well. He lost his wife early on and never remarried all these years, living with Violet’s parents ever since. So when I travel or work out, I often invite him along. I was hesitating whether to tell him the truth when my eyes accidentally caught sight of a lifelike toy standing on a chair by the balcony. It still had an unused condom on it, with bodily fluids remaining. Seeing my gaze drawn to it, his face turned red, and he hurriedly stuffed the toy into the bedside cabinet. Perhaps too flustered, he knocked over the clutter in the cabinet. An opened box of condoms rolled out and landed by my feet. He hurriedly picked it up. “Please don’t misunderstand me. You know, my wife passed away too early, and all these years, I haven’t been able to let her go. Although I don’t plan to remarry, I still have physical needs.” “I just bought some better-quality condoms to avoid infections. Please don’t tell them, I don’t want them to think I lack self-control.” I looked at his flushed face, unable to say a word. After a while, I finally squeezed out a sentence. “Got it, let’s go out.” He patted my shoulder and hurriedly asked, “Wait, you haven’t explained it to me yet. Why do you have to get a divorce? Is there something that can’t be resolved?” I glanced at him and said, “It’s nothing, I just don’t love her anymore.” Helen’s sobbing came from outside the door. “How did Violet end up marrying such a greedy person like you? You’re divorcing just for some medicine money?” “All these years, we haven’t treated you badly. You said career comes first, and for five years of marriage, you didn’t have kids—we never said a word against you!” “You go on business trips for half a month at a time, and everything at home, both sets of parents, has been taken care of by Violet alone. All these years, she’s never complained once.” “She hands over her salary and bonuses to you every month. It’s bad enough you don’t care about her health, but now you want a divorce over medical expenses? How can there be such a heartless husband like you in this world?” Violet couldn’t hold back her tears either. She pressed her lips together and knelt in front of me. “I’m sorry, Julian. Is it because the heart supplements I bought are expensive, and you’re afraid my poor health will burden you in the future, that you’re divorcing me?” “Please don’t do this. I promise to take good care of my health, work hard to earn money, and never be a burden to you. I’m begging you, please don’t divorce me, okay?” She wept bitterly, holding my hand and bowing her head in plea. Nathan was shocked upon hearing this. “Julian, you’re divorcing her over this? She’s your wife! Not caring about her health is one thing, but now you see her as a burden?”

He looked at me in disappointment. “How expensive can heart supplements be? You’re a couple, meant to spend the rest of your lives together. How did you become so petty?” Looking at their grief-stricken and shocked expressions, I sneered and said, “Family? You’re the family. What does it have to do with me? I’m just an outsider!” “Don’t go, Julian, please don’t go!” Violet suddenly seemed to wake up, lunging forward and gripping my leg tightly. “Is it because I haven’t cared enough about you that you want a divorce? I’ll change! From now on, I’ll put you first. Please don’t leave me. I really can’t live without you.” Helen saw this and clutched her chest in distress. I kicked Violet away without hesitation. “Instead of begging me, you’d better take your parents to the hospital quickly. Don’t let them get angered to death by you.” I no longer looked at their pale faces and turned to leave. Before stepping out, I grabbed the supplements I originally brought for them and, along with the trash bag by the door, threw them into the garbage bin. Just as I walked out of the community gate, I received a call from my friend. He said, “The divorce agreement is ready. When can you come to pick it up?” “I really don’t understand. You two have been doing well all these years. Why suddenly get a divorce?” I tiredly rubbed my temples and said, “No particular reason, it’s just too exhausting living with their family. I want to be free.” My friend was silent for a moment and ultimately said nothing more. I immediately went to him to retrieve the divorce agreement and signed my name without hesitation. In the evening, I went home and quickly packed my belongings. I just waited for Violet to come back and sign, then I would leave for good. But I waited until past nine at night, and she still hadn’t replied to my messages. Helpless, I called her, wanting to have a proper talk about this matter. But just as I took out my phone, I received a call from Violet’s colleague. The voice on the other end was urgent and noisy. “Julian, come quickly and check on Violet. She’s been out of it all afternoon, looking pale, and she just fainted after work.” “The doctor said she was shocked, her heart’s in trouble, and she’s being resuscitated right now. Hurry over!” I immediately drove to the hospital. As soon as I entered the ward, a crowd of people was gathered around the bedside. Besides Helen and Nathan, there was a group of Violet’s colleagues I had seen before but wasn’t familiar with, gathered around the bed. Finally, I saw my parents, Charlie Murphy and Lucia Murphy, glaring at me with anger. Before I could speak, Charlie slapped me so hard that I hit the door, my ears ringing. Violet on the bed struggled to sit up, her tone filled with concern. “Charlie, talk it out properly, don’t hit him.” Charlie’s eyes turned red. “Look at her, she’s hospitalized because of you, yet she’s still worried about you. “She’s been so good to you, why are you filing for divorce for no reason? Just for that bit of money? Are you starving? Is it worth divorcing over such a small amount?” “I think you’ve been living too comfortably all these years, that’s why you’re so arrogant!” Even Lucia, who has always loved me the most, looked at me with disappointment. “This time, you’ve really gone too far.” Charlie let out a cold snort and pointed at me, commanding, “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and apologize to Helen and Nathan! You really upset them yesterday.” I swallowed my grievances and met their angry gazes. “This is my own business, it has nothing to do with you. Please stay out of it.” After speaking, I walked straight to the doctor, borrowed a pen, and handed the already-signed divorce agreement to Violet. I said, “I came here today for one purpose only, divorce.” Those who thought I would change my mind after being lectured by my parents all looked at me in astonishment.

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “MyFiction” app 🔍 search for “411738”, and watch the full series ✨! #MyFiction #B×G #RomanticSuspense #Marriage #Betrayal #Divorce

In my previous life, my sister Scarlett chose to bind with the Beauty System, while I chose the Fertility System. With the system’s gift, Scarlett leveraged her beauty into a marriage with Julian, the elite businessman she had long coveted. But less than a month into their marriage, Julian tragically died in a plane crash during an overseas business trip. Scarlett became a stunning widow, with nothing but her beauty left. Eventually, she was abducted and brutally murdered by a depraved vagrant. Meanwhile, my innate fertility caught the attention of Xander, a powerful magnate. I bore him four sets of twins in three years, securing my status as a woman of immense wealth and influence. Consumed by bitter jealousy for the system she had forsaken, Scarlett’s vengeful spirit haunted me, finally pushing me into a pool to drown. The next time I opened my eyes, we were back to the day we chose which system to bind with. This time, Scarlett unhesitatingly chose the Fertility System. Then, turning to me with a cruel smile, she said,”Violet, you can have this Beauty System!” In that moment, I knew she had been reborn too. …

I smiled. Scarlett believed that with this fertile physique, she could secure her position as a revered socialite. But she had no idea how much effort I poured into that family over the years. On the day of the exclusive gala where Xander would choose his fiancée, Scarlett dressed to impress. In the last life, Scarlett, being infatuated with Julian, feigned illness and didn’t show up when Xander hosted his banquet. This time, she wore exquisite makeup and a sexy gown. Scarlett threw her old clothes at me and ordered me to change. She even confiscated all my makeup, forbidding me from wearing any. Yet even completely barefaced, I was still noticeably prettier than her. My mother looked at me with extreme distaste. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re an embarrassment to our family!” Father was also displeased. “Violet, with that attitude, maybe you shouldn’t even participate. Don’t make our family a laughingstock in front of tonight’s guests.” I didn’t speak. Xander’s assistant, however, spoke up. “Since you’re already here, just sit down and watch.” Scarlett shot me a disdainful glance, brimming with confidence. Mother, pulling Xander’s assistant aside, strongly advocated for Scarlett. “Our Scarlett is kind, graceful, and carries herself with such poise. She’s the perfect candidate for Xander’s fiancée.” Xander’s assistant sat on the couch, sizing up both Scarlett and me. Just as his hand was about to point at me, Scarlett couldn’t sit still any longer. She looked up and declared loudly, “I have a unique physique, incredibly fertile. I can solve the succession problem for Xander’s family!” Xander’s assistant’s eyes lit up. He told Scarlett, “Follow me to meet Mr. Kincaid.” My parents tearfully embraced Scarlett, overjoyed. “That’s wonderful, Scarlett! Your mother knew you’d be chosen!” Scarlett grinned from ear to ear, still not forgetting to sneer at me. “Violet, sorry, but I’m off to meet Mr. Kincaid.” Mother also looked at me with disdain. “You embarrassment! Get back to your room now. Don’t stand there bothering us!” It was the same in the last life. Mother despised me, but Scarlett feigned illness and refused to show up, so they were forced to put me forward just to fill a spot. Who would have thought I’d actually be chosen? This life, with Scarlett present, they naturally looked down on me even more, despite me being prettier than her. As I was about to leave, Xander’s assistant called out to me again. “Wait, what’s your name?” My mother quickly answered. “She’s my second daughter, Violet. She’s reclusive and unlikable.” To my surprise, Xander’s assistant walked up to me and said with a smile. “Miss Violet, I think you have a certain grace about you. Would you come with me to meet Mr. Kincaid?”

As soon as we arrived at Xander’s estate, Scarlett, thanks to her Fertility System, was summoned by Xander that very night. The next day, she was moved into a separate villa next to the main estate, treated almost like the lady of the house. Such immense favor quickly spread to every corner of Xander’s estate, reaching even the guest house where I resided. In this life, without the Fertility System, I hadn’t been summoned by Xander. I was just a regular “backup option,” sharing an apartment with a few other girls who had also been sent here. The sun was nice, so I was basking outside when I happened to run into Scarlett. She was accompanied by seven or eight maids and two personal assistants, an impressive entourage that almost crowded my small courtyard. Scarlett approached me, dramatically covering her nose and mouth, her face a mask of disgust. “Honestly, Violet, are you still wearing those old clothes?” With that, she motioned to a maid next to her, who threw an old suitcase at my feet. “Don’t say I never help you. Xander gave me all these. There’s just too much for me to use, so I’m giving them to you.” I looked down. They were all used, old handbags and jewelry. Some of the leather goods were even moldy, covered in mildew. I chuckled. “Scarlett, Xander gave you these kinds of things?” Scarlett just walked up and slapped me. “I’m trying to be kind, and you’re completely ungrateful!” My face instantly turned red and swollen. Scarlett finally smiled, satisfied. “Violet, don’t think that just because you have a pretty face, you can turn your life around. With me here, you’ll never get close to Xander, not in this lifetime.” I watched her with a blank expression, then glanced at her entourage behind her. She was just as arrogant, overbearing, and self-absorbed as she was in the last life. “Scarlett, maybe you should worry about yourself.” Scarlett swept a contemptuous gaze over me. “You’re just jealous, that’s what it is! I’m already pregnant, and my child will be the heir. What can you possibly compare with?” I watched her, blinded by Xander’s favor, and remained silent. Seeing that I said nothing, like punching a pillow, Scarlett couldn’t be bothered to waste her breath on me and left. In my previous life, just like Scarlett, thanks to the Fertility System’s boost, I conceived twins the very first night I was with Xander. But that twin pregnancy almost killed me. I watched Scarlett’s retreating back and sneered. She had no idea the enemies lurking in the shadows were already targeting her. … Soon, news of Scarlett’s pregnancy spread. Xander had been with so many girlfriends over the years, yet none had conceived. Scarlett got pregnant as soon as she arrived, and the private medical team confirmed it was another set of twin boys. But I knew her triumph wouldn’t last long. A few days later, I received notice that Xander intended to give me to his business partner, Julian, a man notorious for his ruthless tactics. I knew this had to be Scarlett’s doing. She didn’t want me to see Xander. Sending me away would not only remove me from Xander’s estate but also marry me off to that unfortunate Julian. It was a clever move on her part, but by now, I doubted she even cared about me. At the same time, word spread that Scarlett was showing signs of a miscarriage. Xander was furious, firing several top-tier private doctors. Suddenly, my meeting with Julian was postponed. In the last life, when my twins were seven months along, my pregnancy became unstable. It was only thanks to the obstetrician’s proprietary remedy that the pregnancy was saved. After giving birth to two sons, I officially became Xander’s wife. But this life, Scarlett, enraged by the pain, constantly berated the doctors in front of Xander. Some were even dragged out by bodyguards before they could properly examine her. Soon, the entire medical team was terrified; no one wanted to be responsible for her. Scarlett eventually miscarried, barely clinging to life. I knew this day would come for her. Given her personality, it was only a matter of time before someone targeted her. I didn’t pity her. I just thought she got what she deserved. “Bad news! Bad news! Miss Violet, there are a lot of bodyguards outside, saying they’re here to arrest you!” The maid ran in, shouting. I never thought Scarlett would tell Xander I poisoned her, causing her to lose her baby. Soon, bodyguards apprehended me. Xander, without even investigating the truth, intended to kill me. “Violet, in this life, you still couldn’t escape death. Go on and rest easy; I’ll enjoy the rest of your good fortune for you.” In the room where I was temporarily confined, I slowly calmed down. I couldn’t let Scarlett kill me again. And it was high time my Beauty System proved its worth.

I pleaded with the head bodyguard to take me to Xander. With my naturally captivating eyes, I smiled at him ingratiatingly. He was captivated by my exquisite beauty, and as if under a spell, he agreed. I secretly went to the living room of Scarlett’s recuperation villa. When Scarlett saw me, she was first surprised, then enraged. “What are you doing here! Are you here to gloat? You evil woman, you’re the one who killed my baby! How are you still walking around free?” Xander patiently stroked her back, trying to calm her down, not even glancing at me. I looked at Xander, my husband from my last life. He was just as authoritative and handsome as before. If it weren’t for his absolute need for an heir, he would undoubtedly be a wonderful partner. Unfortunately, marriages in high society were always complicated. Scarlett, seeing me staring intently at Xander, fainted from anger. “Doctor! Call the doctor quickly!” The villa was thrown into complete chaos. The doctors nervously checked her, terrified one wrong move would cost them their job. Xander carefully covered Scarlett with a blanket, then finally noticed me. “You’re Scarlett’s sister? Look up.” I obeyed, slowly raising my head. My hair, disheveled in the chaos, fell around my face, my eyes brimming with tears. My tear-filled, pitiful demeanor, combined with the power of the Beauty System, made Xander freeze the moment he saw my face. His eyes were filled with absolute awe. I subtly pinched myself, and tears streamed down my face like a broken string of pearls. “Mr. Kincaid, I didn’t harm Scarlett…” Scarlett’s personal maid interrupted me. “It was you! Miss Scarlett is your sister, yet you poisoned her out of jealousy!” I sneered inwardly, but my tears continued to flow uncontrollably. My captivating eyes, with my crying, added a touch of vulnerability. “Yes, I didn’t want to marry Mr. Julian, because my heart has always longed for you. Though it pains me that you would give me to another, I would never, ever poison Scarlett because of it.” Through my blurry tears, I caught Xander’s gaze, and his eyes softened, filling with a tenderness I hadn’t seen before. Scarlett woke up. Seeing Xander mesmerized by me, she gritted her teeth, pulled Xander away from me, and sobbed uncontrollably into his arms. “Xander, my poor babies…” Her accusations were aimed directly at me, but Xander, however, looked at me with a rare flicker of hesitation. I seized the opportunity. “I know who harmed Scarlett’s babies!” At my words, every eye in the room turned to me. “Who harmed them?” Xander asked. I pointed to a delicate bracelet on Scarlett’s wrist and said, “It’s the incense embedded in this bracelet. It contains a scent that could cause a miscarriage.” Scarlett’s eyes widened in shock. She tore off the bracelet and threw it at my feet. “Still saying it wasn’t you? If it wasn’t you, how would you know so much?” “And you,” she snapped, slapping her personal maid. Her voice was harsh. “You traitor! You colluded with outsiders to give me this bracelet and harm me, didn’t you?” The maid who had just spoken up for her had, in an instant, personally sealed her own doom. I sneered. Scarlett was just like this in the last life. Naturally arrogant and overbearing, treating her staff like mere tools, even dismissing her loyal servants. In the end, no one stood up for her, and no one truly cared for her. In this life, she still hadn’t learned, continuing to act recklessly. After the maid was dragged away, Scarlett still wanted the bodyguards to take me too, but Xander stopped them. “First, let’s hear what she has to say.” Scarlett could only bite her lip, glaring at me. I took a deep breath and began my explanation. “This bracelet was a gift from Willow. All the other ladies received one. However, Scarlett’s bracelet contained a special scent that could cause a miscarriage, which led to her miscarriage.” In my previous life, I almost miscarried because of this very bracelet. At the time, I thought since Willow had given identical bracelets to everyone, there shouldn’t be a problem. But later, I realized my bracelet’s scent was particularly strong. The doctor had said that excessive inhalation of this specially formulated scent could cause severe harm to a pregnant woman. “That conniving Willow!” Seeing her plot against me had failed, Scarlett cried out again, demanding Xander punish Willow. After Xander left, Scarlett looked at me coldly. “You knew I would miscarry, and you deliberately didn’t tell me?” I scoffed softly. “I warned you long ago, but you just wouldn’t listen. Scarlett, I told you not to get too smug too soon. Do you really think having the Fertility System means you can survive in this ruthless high society? This time, it was just your babies. Next time, it might be you.” Scarlett’s face turned ashen, her voice hoarse. “Violet, how dare you curse me! I swear, I’ll drag you down with my unborn child!” Even like that, she still didn’t forget to threaten me. “I have the Fertility System, I can always have more children. Using these babies to get rid of that malicious Willow? Their deaths weren’t for nothing. Next time, it’ll be your turn.” I frowned. “Scarlett, doing too many evil deeds will catch up to you. Don’t forget, I have a system too.”

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “299857”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #浪漫Romance #现实主义Realistic #重生Reborn #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantasy #校园School

After using me for revenge, Liam immediately filed for divorce and kicked me out. The snow was heavy that day. I was carrying his child, dragging my lame leg—the one I’d injured saving him—as I limped away. He stood there with his new girlfriend in his arms, a cigarette between his fingers, lazily watching my humiliation. Life after that was hard. For money, I had to marry a man in his forties and become a stepmother to his eight-year-old son. But the night before the wedding, Liam kidnapped me and dragged me back to his house. His expression was terrifying, his voice icy as he demanded: “You hid my child from me, killed it, and went to play stepmom to some old man’s brat.” “Ava, how dare you?” The day Liam kicked me out, the snow was falling thick and fast. As I walked toward the door with my six-year-old sister Emma, the butler Thomas stopped me: “Miss Ava, Mr. Liam said you can’t take anything that belongs to the family.” “That down jacket and those snow boots you’re wearing—he bought them.” I understood. I lowered my gaze and silently took off the coat and shoes. Outside, the wind whipped snow into my face. I shivered uncontrollably. Barefoot in the deep snow, I looked back at the second floor of the villa. Liam stood there lazily, holding Chloe with one arm and a cigarette in the other, enjoying my misery. Chloe’s eyes gleamed with triumph. She tossed a gray wool scarf down from the balcony, laughing: “This trash doesn’t suit Liam. Thomas, throw it in the garbage.” That scarf was one I’d knitted for Liam with my own hands two months ago. Back then, he’d wrapped it around his neck, kissed my hand, and said, “My wife has such clever hands.” Everything changed in a blink. My family went bankrupt, my father went to prison. Liam didn’t bother pretending anymore. The day he forced me to sign the divorce papers, he glared at me and spat venom: “Ava, know why I never face you when we have sex?” “Know why I always soak in the bath for an hour after?” “Because you disgust me. The sight of your face makes me sick, let alone touching you.” “If it weren’t for destroying your family, you think someone like you could ever catch my eye?” Each word felt like a dull knife carving me up, the pain so intense I could barely breathe. Tears streamed down my face. I finally accepted he’d never loved me. So I didn’t tell him I was pregnant. What was the point? With all the blood and hatred between us, we were doomed from the start. This child never should have existed.

Broke, I went to a cheap clinic for an abortion. My luck was rotten—I hemorrhaged during the procedure and almost died on the table. When I woke up, Emma was crying by my bedside. I stroked her soft hair and whispered, “It’s okay, sweetie. I’m fine.” But I was shaken. If I died, what would happen to Emma? We only had each other now. I had to survive, to raise her. Making money was hard. All I knew was dancing, but after the car crash four years ago—the one where I saved Liam and wrecked my leg—my left foot was permanently slightly lame. Not obvious, but noticeable if you looked closely. I could never dance on stage again. To survive, I decided to sell dumplings at a street stall. I’d been spoiled growing up, never lifted a finger, but I learned to make dumplings because Liam loved them. Now that skill was mine and Emma’s lifeline. The stall did well. Even though I stood in the freezing cold until late, my fingers raw with frostbite, I never complained. Then one day, Liam and Chloe showed up at my stall. Dressed in expensive clothes, arm in arm, they looked perfect together. And I looked pathetic. Chloe eyed me and sneered: “Who’d have thought the great Miss Ava would end up like a beggar.” I needed the business, so I kept calm. “If you’re not buying, leave. Don’t block my customers.” Chloe instantly played victim. “Liam, she’s being mean to me!” Liam coddled her. His gaze turned icy as he warned me: “Watch your tone with Chloe. Or I can’t guarantee your stall will be here tomorrow.” A blatant threat. But Liam had all the power now. I couldn’t fight him. I clenched my fists inside my sleeves, bit my lip, and stayed silent. Chloe smirked in triumph. Liam turned to her, voice soft. “You said you wanted dumplings. Still hungry?” She nodded. “Yes.” Business was business. I needed the money. I took a deep breath and pointed to the QR code. “Pay first.” After the PayPal notification chimed for $15, I dropped the dumplings into the boiling water.

I thought that night was just a fluke. But the next day, Liam’s men trashed my stall. Reason? Chloe had food poisoning and landed in the hospital. She’d only eaten my dumplings the night before. No doubt she’d set me up. I didn’t get it—she’d already won Liam, crushed me completely. Why not let me be? From then on, Liam’s thugs harassed me daily. Even when I moved locations, they always found me. My business was ruined. I couldn’t even cover next month’s rent. Desperate, I called Liam, begging him to back off: “Chloe’s food poisoning wasn’t my fault. Liam, please believe me, just this once.” He didn’t budge. His tone was hard: “I’ll let it go if you kneel and apologize to Chloe.” “Kneel for twelve hours straight, and we’re done. Otherwise, your stall is finished.” The man who once promised me the stars if I cried now humiliated me for another woman. But no matter how low I’d fallen, I wouldn’t be his dog. I wiped my tears and spat back: “Liam, bullying a woman? You’re pathetic.” “I was blind to ever love you.” His breathing turned ragged, furious words hissing through his teeth: “You think I wanted your love?” “Ava, you were just a tool for revenge.” The words stung, but my heart was too numb to feel more pain. Gritting my teeth, I shot back: “Well, you were just a vibrator to me.” I hung up before he could respond.

Back home, Emma saw my red, swollen eyes. She touched my cheek, worried: “Ava, did someone bully you again?” “I wish I could grow up faster. Then I could protect you.” Our mom died young after having Emma. Dad was never around. So Emma clung to me, always listened to me. I ruffled her hair softly. “What if we leave this place?” She nodded. “Wherever you go, I go.” Then she hesitated. “What about Dad? Is he coming too?” She was too young to understand he was in prison. I thought for a moment. “Dad made a mistake. He’s being punished. He won’t be back for a long time.” She tilted her head. “What did he do? Was it bad?” Yes, very bad. Over twenty years ago, to seize land from Liam’s family, he set fire to their factory. Liam’s father happened to be sleeping inside that night and died in the blaze. So Liam’s hatred for my dad, for my whole family, made sense. He’d changed his name, bided his time for revenge—all for his father. My dad committed a crime, and he got what he deserved. I wouldn’t defend him, but I couldn’t help resenting Liam. He had so many ways to get revenge. Why use my feelings? Even after winning, Liam kept pushing me. I was powerless against him. If I couldn’t fight, I’d run. To save money, I booked a slow train to Cloud City. But on the bus to the station, Emma fainted. I rushed her to the hospital and got the worst news. Emma had leukemia. My world collapsed. I sat by her bed, crying uncontrollably. Emma held my hand, her voice small: “Ava, don’t be sad. I’m not hurting, really.” “I hate hospitals. I don’t want shots or medicine. Can we go home?” I knew she said it because we had no money. My sister was too sensible for her age. I hated myself for being useless, unable to afford her treatment.

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “299858”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #浪漫Romance #现实主义Realistic #重生Reborn #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantasy #校园School

My boyfriend, Ryan, somehow bent the rules to bring his ‘helpless’ junior, Ashley, into the company. She deliberately shredded my crucial files, then intentionally drugged me. I ended up getting fired and was slapped with an astronomical compensation fee. When I confronted her, Ashley looked utterly wronged. “Was it wrong of me to kindly clean your desk and, seeing you work late, give you some sleeping pills out of concern?” Ryan, who knew the truth, not only didn’t help me but shielded Ashley, snapping at me. “Stop slandering her! If you actually worked hard, why would the boss fire you over such a minor thing?” I was absolutely livid. I wanted to drag them both to Mr. Harrison to explain everything, But they shoved me, sending me tumbling directly into oncoming traffic… Next thing I knew, Ashley, a smirk barely hidden, offered a ‘sincere’ apology. Ryan, ever the biased one, also lectured me about misplacing my files. But I wasn’t angry. Instead, a strange sense of confusion washed over me. “I had backups of my important files, and they’d already been sent to the client weeks ago!” “You didn’t happen to shred *Ryan’s* non-replaceable shipping order, the one he was responsible for, did you?”

I’m not sure how much time passed, but I was jolted awake by Ashley’s distinctive alarm. It blared like a radar, making my heart thump erratically and my head throb. I checked the time. There were still twenty minutes left of my lunch break. Ever since Ashley became my assistant, she’d acted as if she couldn’t understand a word I said. She never took a lunch break, but she always set an alarm specifically to wake *me* up. Seeing my less-than-pleasant expression, Ashley stood by, looking utterly wronged, and mumbled an apology: “Oh, I’m so sorry! I forgot to change my alarm sound and time again. I hope I didn’t disturb you too much.” Ryan, from the next office, seeing the situation, quickly stepped in: “Chloe, Ashley is still new; you shouldn’t be so hard on her.” I looked at Ashley’s face, a look of smug satisfaction barely hidden. I wasn’t angry at all. On the contrary, I felt a surge of excitement. I had been reborn. On this very day, in my previous life… Ashley had opened the drawer I’d warned her countless times not to touch, while I was away. She’d tossed the proposal inside into the shredder, and from that moment, she’d systematically pushed me towards my death. After I died, Ashley, with Ryan’s help, had solved the company’s crisis. She not only took over my position but also inherited all my contacts and clients. The two had openly admitted their relationship at the company, basking in everyone’s blessings. And now, less than an hour remained until my proposal was shredded… With that thought, I didn’t explain. Instead, I clutched my head and sighed: “I just wanted Ashley to grab me some painkillers. I wasn’t trying to criticize her.” “I know she’s your favorite little junior. How could I ever be harsh with her?” Ryan seemed to realize he’d overreacted. He asked about my well-being for a few moments, then, using the excuse that Ashley didn’t know which medicine to get, accompanied her to buy my medication. Watching their backs as they left, I opened my drawer. Seeing the proposal still safely tucked inside, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long before they returned. Just as I expected, Ashley hadn’t bought the painkillers I’d asked for. Instead, she’d gotten me some cold medicine. “Chloe, too many painkillers aren’t good for you.” “I think you might have a cold, which is why your head hurts. This cold medicine will definitely help your headache, and it’s much safer.” Before I could speak, Ryan chimed in again: “See? Girls are so thoughtful. Whenever you had a headache or stomach problems before, I always just got you painkillers. You can’t rely on them too much; it’s not good.” I didn’t argue or make a scene as Ashley had expected. Instead, I gently said thank you: “Actually, not long after you left, I found my painkillers and already took them.” “You can save this cold medicine for Ryan, for the next time he has stomach problems. It’s safer for him too.” Ryan held the medicine, looking a bit awkward. But I no longer cared to engage with them. I simply gathered my meeting materials and headed straight into the conference room. After a few hours of meetings, I returned to my office and, just like in my previous life, opened my drawer. It was empty. This scene had played out dozens of times in my mind already, so I took a deep breath and bellowed: “Ashley, did you touch the proposal in my drawer?!” My voice immediately grabbed everyone’s attention. Ashley trembled like a startled bird: “No, I didn’t! I just tidied up some ‘waste paper’ on your desk and put it in the shredder. I didn’t see any proposal!” Ryan, as if on cue, walked back into my office. He wasn’t interested in understanding the situation, just said in a low voice: “Alright, alright.” “Whether there was a proposal or not, instead of wasting time arguing, you should be focused on damage control.” “Do you really think proving Ashley wrong will solve anything?”

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “299859”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #浪漫Romance #现实主义Realistic #重生Reborn #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantasy #校园School

After I left the country, every woman Liam Shaw dated was just like me. When my name came up, his friends would always say, “She’s Liam’s unforgettable first love. If Audrey ever returns, none of these other women would stand a chance.” That was until Liam started seeing a rising young actress who who didn’t resemble me at all. Yet, she was the first girlfriend he ever publicly acknowledged. That year, I rushed back home. Everyone waited, expecting to see the ‘first love’ regret everything, hoping for the whole ‘prodigal son returns’ drama. Even Liam subtly probed me, “Audrey, you’ve come back at the wrong time.” But they didn’t know. I wasn’t here to win Liam back. I was here to get married. The moment I stepped out of the airport, I spotted Liam in the crowd. He wore a trench coat, his face looking much more mature than when I’d left years ago. But the expression on his face was too complicated. “They said you were coming back. I thought it was just a rumor.” I came to a stop, my grip tightening on my suitcase. “I’m back to take care of some things,” I replied evenly. Liam took the suitcase from me. “Mr. Miller asked me to pick you up. Don’t get the wrong idea.” I nodded and followed him to the underground parking garage. On the way, I checked my phone. Our group chat, silent for ages, had absolutely blown up. “Liam actually went to pick up Audrey? Is this for real? Audrey’s back in town?” “What about Liam’s current girlfriend, that actress Chloe? Will he dump her?” “Duh! And why do you think Audrey suddenly came back? She’s definitely here to snatch him back!” “Chloe? Please. She’s probably just a fleeting thrill for Liam. Now that Audrey’s back, Chloe would be lucky to even get a glance from him, mark my words.” “I’ve met Chloe. Don’t underestimate her. Anyone who could snag Liam was a force to be reckoned with.” Liam also noticed his phone vibrating non-stop. He quickly checked his messages and said to me, “Audrey, you’ve really picked the wrong time to come back. “I already have a girlfriend.” My hand, halfway to the passenger door, froze mid-air. Instead, I opened the back door. “Congratulations.” The single word slipped from my lips. Liam slammed the car door shut with a noticeable force. Only then did I realize that after all these years, he’d picked up smoking. The Liam I once knew was a model of self-control -he never drank, never smoked, and kept a clear distance from the party scene. But in the years I’d been abroad, I’d heard of at least a dozen different flings he’d had. Liam’s phone rang, and a sickly sweet voice came through. “Liam, I’m so exhausted at the set, can you please come pick me up?” “Send me the address.” “Love you!” Liam hung up, smiling as he looked at me. “You don’t mind if I make a detour to pick up my girlfriend, do you?” “Of course not.” I should have never gotten in his car.

Liam parked near the film set. In the bustling crowd, I spotted Chloe instantly. She stood out too much. Even bundled up, she was immediately recognizable. Fans were taking pictures, and Chloe pulled down her mask a bit, smiling brightly. “Thanks, guys! My boyfriend isn’t famous, so can you please not take pictures of him?” The fans cheered, “We heard your boyfriend is Liam from the Shaw family, is that true?” Chloe didn’t deny it, just held up an index finger to her lips, signaling them to be quiet. Once she was in the car, she took off her sunglasses and gave Liam a quick kiss on the cheek. “Liam, have you been waiting long?” Her eyes darted to me. “And you are?” I offered a polite smile. “Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Audrey, a friend of Liam’s.” Chloe’s smile deepened. “Audrey? I’ve heard a lot about you.” Liam naturally buckled her seatbelt. “Sit tight, I’m about to drive.” Chloe pouted playfully. “Oh, me, always so forgetful! You always have to do it for me.” I turned my gaze to the window, avoiding their display of affection. The car hadn’t been driving long before Chloe started chatting with me. “Audrey, did you ever date anyone while you were abroad all these years?” I answered frankly, “I did.” “I knew it! Audrey, you’re as beautiful as a celebrity, you must have had plenty of admirers, right? “Like Liam, he pursued me. All his friends say I’m different to him, I’m his one true love. “But I just don’t understand, do they mean Liam has a first love or something? I heard you and Liam grew up together. You must know who his first love is, right? Tell me.” She looked at me, her gaze more scrutinizing than curious. Liam frowned. “I don’t have a ‘first love,’ they’re just messing around.” Chloe pouted and started playing on her phone, clearly displeased. The rest of the ride was silent. When Liam dropped me off at home, he didn’t even get out of the car. He rolled down the window and casually said, “My girlfriend’s mad, I need to make it up to her. I won’t come in. Say hi to your parents for me.” I was about to leave when Chloe suddenly called out, “Audrey, let’s connect on SnapChat.” I offered my Snapcode, but she shook her head. “You scan mine. That way you won’t block me.”

My friends threw me a welcome-home party. No one expected Liam to bring Chloe along. Chloe had thoughtfully prepared gifts for everyone. Especially for me. “I heard Liam considers you like family. When Liam and I get married, Audrey, you have to be my bridesmaid.” A few friends’ faces changed. One turned to Liam. “Liam, aren’t you going to say anything?” Liam chuckled. “You want me to be in the doghouse?” Chloe covered her mouth, blushing shyly. She suggested we play Truth or Dare. The bottle spun and landed on me. Everyone was eager, but Chloe stopped them. “Let my boyfriend ask first!” Liam took a sip of his drink, then looked at me. “Did you date anyone abroad?” I nodded. “Yes.” A collective gasp went through the room. Jason, one of Liam’s good friends, teased me, “Come on, Audrey, you know you don’t mean that.” He reached for my glass. “I’ll take this one for you.” The next round, it was Liam’s turn to spin the bottle, and it landed on me again. He asked, “What’s his name?” I replied, “I’d rather not say.” Chloe laughed loudly. “Hah, Audrey, good thing you’re not an actress, otherwise, your acting would be terrible. Men might not notice, but as women, I can tell you’re lying in an instant!” Liam’s usual flings would never dare to speak like that. But sitting beside him now was Chloe. His only acknowledged girlfriend. Liam’s silence indicated his indulgence. I pulled back my hair and smiled. “I’m no actress. I don’t know how to play coy or put on a show like Ms. Chloe.” Chloe’s smile froze. I always prided myself on having a good temper, but I also had a sharp tongue. Liam, it seemed, hadn’t had time to tell Chloe that. However, she had remarkably thick skin. In a flash, she was smiling and pouring me a drink. “A bet’s a bet. If you can’t answer, you drink. Go on.” “Fine.” I generously drained the glass. The bottle in Liam’s hand seemed to have a mind of its own; the next round, it landed on me again. He asked without hesitation, “Why did you come back this time?”

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “299853”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #浪漫Romance #现实主义Realistic #重生Reborn #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantasy #校园School

Liam Davies, Ashley Wilson, and I grew up together, a close trio. Liam and Ashley had always been at odds, arguing the moment they saw each other. Then Liam became my fiancé, and Ashley became my best friend. A week before Liam and my wedding, I scrolled past a post online. The bride’s back in the photo, and that wedding dress, looked eerily familiar. The caption read: 【I had this dress before her, and I had him first. After all these years, I finally won against her, just once.】 【Ms. Miller, I’m so sorry. The wedding dress won’t be ready until tomorrow; some details still need adjustment.】 Reading the message from the studio, I clicked on that picture from the post again. I zoomed in. The diamond arrangement on the skirt was my design. An hour earlier, Liam had messaged me: 【Chloe, sorry, something came up. I can’t go with you to pick up the dress today.】 Ashley: 【So sorry, Chloe, I have a last-minute appointment today. Can’t help you with the fitting.】 Why was everyone apologizing to me first thing in the morning? I shook my head, trying to dismiss those far-fetched suspicions. Under the post, a comment was pinned: 【Even if it’s just her back, you can tell they’re a perfect match, right?! Childhood sweethearts, girls, if you both love him, you should fight for him!】 I replied beneath it: 【Why would you need to fight for it if you both love each other? Just curious, dying for the full story.】 That evening, Liam and Ashley showed up together. Bickering as usual. “What kind of fiancé are you? You said you’d go with Chloe to pick up the dress. What could be more important than that?” “What about you? You said you’d help her with the fitting, but you disappeared too!” I watched these two people I’d grown up with, one my fiancé, the other my best friend. That post… maybe it was just a coincidence. “Alright, you two. You fight every time you meet. Haven’t you gotten tired of it after all these years?” I feigned a headache. They exchanged a glance, a slight smile playing on their lips. My heart felt a chill right to my core. “The studio said it’ll be ready tomorrow, so it’s fine today.” “Still, we broke our promise. Let’s go out for dinner. To make it up to you, dinner’s on me.” Ashley suggested. “On you? Don’t always try to steal my thunder.” “If anyone’s apologizing, it should be me first.” Liam rolled his eyes at her. He got a playful tap on the shoulder, or rather, a lingering touch on his neck. I saw him freeze. A blush spread across Ashley’s face. “Ashley, what’s wrong? Why is your face so red? Are you not feeling well?” I asked, concerned. “Oh, it’s nothing, nothing. Let’s go.” At the restaurant, Liam and I sat on one side, Ashley sat opposite me. After she came back from the restroom, she naturally sat across from Liam. His hand froze as he reached for my plate, and under the table, Liam’s leg brushed against hers, a subtle, shared signal. Ashley’s expression was delighted. She had a bit too much to drink and insisted on sleeping over at my place. When we arrived, Liam looked at a slurring Ashley, his brows furrowed. “Chloe, maybe I should just take her home. Look at the state she’s in, she’ll just disrupt your sleep.” I nodded. “Drive carefully then.” After washing up, my comment had a reply. 【The three of us grew up together, but I spent more time with him. We were always like a bickering couple. But she liked him too, and he, out of a life-saving debt, promised himself to her. I could only silently bless their union. He couldn’t bear to see me hurt, so he brought her custom-designed wedding dress for me to wear first, giving me an unconventional wedding, just for the two of us. I’m already so content. Tonight is even our wedding night.】 Attached was a picture showing four legs poking out from under the duvet. The nail polish on the feet was a style I’d picked out for her.

The comment section was absolutely wild, shipping them hard, even giving her all sorts of advice. 【Don’t let love slip away like this! Happiness must be fought for. Forget being engaged, even if they were married, they can still divorce!】 【A life-saving debt shouldn’t be confused with love, be brave and make the male lead realize what he’s missing.】 【How about we live stream you stopping the wedding? ~】 【+1!】 Reply: 【Oh no! She’s my best friend too. I can’t betray her for a guy. Honestly, she’s more important to me than he is! As long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters~】 【I feel so bad for her, it’s true, the quiet ones never get what they want. Those who understand are crying】 … I remembered playing house in the local park when we were kids. Liam said he wanted me to be his bride. Ashley immediately burst into tears. “No, no! I want to be your bride!” Liam said: “Then both of you can be my brides.” This earned a chuckle from the adults watching. I tried to FaceTime Liam, but he quickly hung up. An hour later, he messaged me: 【Chloe, she’s drunk and disorderly, threw up everywhere. I just finished cleaning up after her.】 Soon, that post was updated again. Sharing a wave of wedding night sweetness. 【After tonight, I have no regrets. I’ll stand on the same stage as you, as a bridesmaid. Wishing you, wishing them, eternal happiness!】 Those words and photos made me dry heave instantly, but the comment section was a different scene entirely. 【Ugh, imagining this, it’s so heartbreaking. Watching your loved one marry your best friend up close, and still having to smile and wish them well.】 【I think the guy should be braver, break off the engagement with the other woman, and marry the blogger.】 【It’s also possible that the other woman isn’t someone to mess with; maybe the blogger and the guy are afraid to take the risk.】 【I hate people who force things like this. You can’t force love. And the blogger puts her first, but she only thinks of herself.】 They jumped to conclusions, and the discussion intensified, painting me as some evil antagonist. Why? Ashley’s father had once been caught up in a huge scandal, and my dad pulled every string, gathered evidence from all sides to clear his name. That period was the darkest phase of her life. I took her into my home, we ate and slept together, I comforted and reassured her. I told her every update my father had immediately. Liam even complained that I’d been neglecting him for Ashley for a long time. “Can you get your priorities straight? Look at the situation right now.” After sending Liam away, she hugged me, crying hysterically: “Chloe… how can you be so good? Without you, I don’t know what I would do. If Liam ever dares to treat you badly, I’ll be the first to go after him.” Twenty years of friendship, and she had two faces. Saying blessings and support to my face, but behind my back, she was a total snake. I felt a chill right to my core. The next day, I went to pick up my wedding dress. “Why are there two diamonds missing here?” The staff exchanged uneasy glances. One of them, a timid young woman, finally spoke up, her voice barely a whisper: “Mr. Davies said this design was better.” I immediately called Liam and asked him to come over. He looked at the wedding dress, a flicker of panic in his eyes. “Chloe, why did you come to pick it up yourself?” “There are two diamonds missing here. They said it was your idea?” My tone was flat. “Ah, yes. I thought it would be simpler, less cluttered.” “Then why didn’t you tell me?” “It was Ash—” Liam caught himself, stopping just in time.

“Chloe, are you mad?” I shook my head. “I just think it’s bad luck, like it’s damaged.” “No, it’s not!” His voice was a bit loud, then softened. “Chloe, don’t overthink it. The wedding is almost here. We’ll be officially together soon. Aren’t you happy?” I stroked the wedding dress, not answering him. No matter how much effort I’d put into it, something that had been “used” by someone else, I couldn’t want it anymore. With the wedding drawing near, Ashley’s account updates became more frequent. A countdown series to the wedding. Countdown: Day Five. 【Today he made me my favorite sandwich. She’s never even had it. If I can’t be the only one, then I’ll be the first.】 The picture showed Liam, apron on, busy in the kitchen. I once asked him to cook for me, and he repeatedly refused: “Your princess palate is too refined for my cooking.” Countdown: Day Four. 【He gave her the title, but he gave me that special diamond ring, the one people buy when they swear their one true love. Find me in the next life with this keepsake.】 The picture showed Liam kissing the diamond ring on her ring finger. Even with the blur, the tenderness in that moment was undeniable. 【I can’t take this anymore, can you two just be together? Let’s get a petition going, thousands of us, telling her to let you two be together!】 【Let’s make it happen!】 【Count me in.】 Reply: 【She loves him a lot too. I can’t bear to hurt her, or our years of friendship.】 【But she hurt you, girl! Her silence as the one who benefits is just as bad, no excuses!】 【Exactly! If it comes down to it, let’s all chip in and make her disappear! Ahhh, don’t call me evil, I just can’t stand seeing such a wonderful girl denied her happiness.】(Author liked this comment) 【Seconded.】 Reading these comments, I felt like I’d fallen into an ice pit. If they truly loved each other, they could have just told me. Though it would hurt, I knew what was more important. I could have stepped aside gracefully. But they chose such a low and malicious way to stab me in the back. After I calmed down, I saved all the content. Scrolling further back, it turned out Liam had already been with Ashley three years ago when she was traveling the world. Her photos often showed a blurry half-shoulder, and the reflection of a man in her sunglasses. There were also videos that looked like they were shot from a boyfriend’s perspective. Back then, she’d said love wasn’t important in her world; she valued freedom more. She claimed those people were just fellow travelers she met along the way. At the same time, Liam was on assignment at the European branch of his company. I was completely blind. Three years, and I had no idea. If the algorithm hadn’t led me to her burner account… Countdown: Day Three. I reconfirmed the schedule and details with the wedding planner. Liam glanced at his phone, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Chloe, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here alone.” “I’m heading back to the office to deal with something.” Before I could reply, he walked out with a light step. “Liam!” He turned back, looking puzzled. “There are only three days left. There are some details you need to know; I can’t manage them alone.” He smiled, giving me a thumbs-up. “You can do it. Just update me later.” Liam might have forgotten. When his family, once prominent in public service, had shifted to entrepreneurship, they were targeted by an old rival. Realizing the danger, he dragged me, running frantically through the endless night. In my panic, I instinctively looked back and saw someone pull out a gun. In a split second, I lunged, shielding his back. Fortunately, the shooter wasn’t very good, and the bullet only hit my shoulder blade. But that bone-deep pain, I’d never forget, not as long as I lived.

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “299854”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #浪漫Romance #现实主义Realistic #重生Reborn #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantasy #校园School

I have a scar on my face, so I found a boyfriend in a game. He said he was short and couldn’t find a date in real life. I said I was ugly, so we were perfect for each other. When I went to meet my online crush in person, I never expected to see the department’s heartthrob at our agreed-upon meeting spot. I touched the scar on my face, nervously dialing my online boyfriend’s FaceTime number. Then, I watched the heartthrob pull out his phone and tap “answer.” “Hello?” A clear voice came through the phone. “…Are you here?” I asked softly. “Yep, already by the lake.” He straightened up, tucked his book away, and scanned the main road, clearly looking for me. Something unexpected came up today, so I rushed back to my dorm to change and grab a book. By then, it was almost our meeting time, so I took a shortcut. That’s how I ended up seeing Landon Reed, the department’s heartthrob, at our meeting spot. Landon was by the lake, leaning against a sycamore tree, reading. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, making him look relaxed and gentle. A faint smile played on his lips. He wore a black jacket and held a book. Those were our agreed-upon identifiers. And there was no one else by the lake. I didn’t dare approach, hiding behind a tree. Nervously, I dialed my online boyfriend’s FaceTime number. Then… “Are you here yet?” the voice on the other end asked again. I ducked further behind the tree and whispered, “Something… something came up. I’ll be a little late.” The voice on the other end had a soft chuckle in it. “No worries, take your time.” My online boyfriend never rushed me, just like always. I hung up, still reeling. Wait, didn’t my online boyfriend say he was short? He had to be at least 6’1″ or taller. How was that short at all!? And you can’t find a date in real life? Didn’t you reject a long line of girls confessing to you back in freshman year? I tapped open my online boyfriend’s SnapChat profile, but there was no information there. I stared blankly at my phone, then back at the guy by the lake, utterly baffled. Seriously, how did my perfectly normal boyfriend turn into the department heartthrob? I was still hesitating whether to go out and introduce myself when a girl walked up to Landon. I recognized her as Audrey Davies, the campus beauty. Audrey was two years ahead of us and, like us, was in the Computer Science department. She’d just returned from an exchange program abroad and already had her master’s program guaranteed. Tall and slender, with fair skin and waist-length hair gently swaying in the breeze, she looked soft and elegant. Audrey walked up to Landon and started chatting. She talked and laughed, and Landon occasionally nodded. Landon had his back to me, so I couldn’t see his expression. A knot tightened in my chest. Handsome guys are meant for beautiful girls. That’s what a perfect first meeting in real life should look like, right? I touched the scar on my face, covered by makeup, then glanced at my white jacket and the book in my hand. I forced a wry smile, then quietly slipped away. On my way back to the dorm, I saw a poster for a game-themed collaboration at the bubble tea shop. Thoughts rushed through my mind. Originally, after our meeting, we were going to go for bubble tea. Because that’s where we met and started our online romance: in that game. I didn’t look at the poster again. I turned and left.

When I got back to my dorm, my roommate, Chloe Miller, was just about to leave. She saw my face and scoffed, “Scarlett, you can put on all the makeup you want, but you can’t hide that scar. It’s so uneven. You might as well just show it off.” When we first started college, Chloe had acted shocked when she saw my scar, asking about its cause and even offering comfort. At the time, I thought she was a good person. I even thanked her, explaining that I’d gotten used to the scar over the years, that makeup covered a lot of it, and that I didn’t care. I usually went out with makeup on. While it couldn’t completely hide the scar, you wouldn’t notice it unless you looked closely. But later, she brought it up repeatedly and inappropriately, especially in front of newly met guys. “She was slashed by some thugs when she was a kid. Scarlett is so pitiful,” Chloe would say, looking at me with pity. The result was that everyone in the department knew about my scar. I told her I didn’t like it, but after she apologized, she’d bring it up again eventually. “Oops, I didn’t mean to,” she’d say, grasping my hand. I got annoyed and started avoiding spending time with her. One time, I was just about to enter the dorm when I heard her whispering to our other roommates. “That scar on Scarlett’s face, it’s so terrifying. When school started, it scared me so much I couldn’t sleep at night.” I pushed the door open. “If you can’t sleep, why don’t you apply to switch dorms?” From then on, our relationship plummeted to an all-time low. We barely spoke in the dorm, except when she occasionally sniped at me about my scar. I never told her about my online romance. “None of your business. Mind your own,” I usually wouldn’t respond to her, but today I was in a bad mood, so I snapped back. Chloe raised an eyebrow, seeing me retort. “Oh, can’t take a few words? You used to say you didn’t care.” I looked at Chloe, who was wearing a full face of makeup, and said coolly, “You like my scar so much, why don’t you get a couple for yourself?” Chloe stopped talking, glared at me, and left the dorm. I walked into the bathroom to remove my makeup. After washing my face, I looked up at myself in the mirror. Two deep scars etched my face: one stretched from below my right eye across my entire cheek, and another on my forehead, extending from the right side of my forehead to my temple. The scars were from when I was in second grade, cut by a bad guy. On my way home from school, I saw a kid, about my age, being pushed into an alley by some older guys. They were shaking him down for money, then they threw him to the ground and started kicking and punching him. Probably influenced by the martial arts dramas often on TV back then, I rushed in to stop them. During the scuffle, I felt a sharp pain in my face, and then my face went numb. The bad guys all ran off, leaving blood all over the ground. The kid was terrified, frozen solid. Eventually, I was taken to the hospital. My mom cried and yelled at me for being nosy, while my dad chain-smoked. The bad guys were caught and sent to juvenile detention. But from then on, I was disfigured.

I looked at the scars on my face, a wave of bitterness washing over me. Did I ever regret it? Probably. I’d thought a million times, if I hadn’t rushed in that day, I wouldn’t have been disfigured. …But there were no ‘ifs’. I had to accept it. I could only pour my heart into my studies, working harder than others to get better grades. As if that would make people notice my face less. But it didn’t really help. There was a guy in our Computer Science department whose grades were on par with mine, and we were neck and neck in competitions. He was good-looking and several girls liked him. I knew this guy, Jaxson Blackwood, because of our competition training. During freshman year, I went to Professor Evans’ office to pick up a competition registration form. Passing by the lab, I overheard people discussing me. “You know, Scarlett’s scores are super close to yours. She even suggested to the professor that she should be teamed up with you for this competition. Do you think she likes you?” “Oh, please, no way. That’s terrifying. I’d be too scared to even participate then,” the speaker said with an exaggerated tone. “Yeah, it’s kinda creepy, LOL. I bet no one would dare date her.” I looked into the lab. There were two guys: one was Jaxson, the guy whose grades were similar to mine, and the other I didn’t recognize. Their laughter was sickening. I had only suggested it to the professor based on our chances of winning a prize in the competition; how the professor arranged it was out of my control. And, no one would dare date me? After returning to my dorm, I changed my status in the game I frequently played: “Looking for a partner.” A friend, someone I’d added from the school forum but had never actually spoken to, responded. I said I was ugly. Did he mind? He said he was short and couldn’t find a date in real life. We instantly clicked, and that’s how our online romance began. We had great chemistry, probably because we were both self-conscious about our appearances. We never sent photos or video called. We hadn’t even brought up meeting offline. I only knew he was also at A University; I knew nothing else about him. I didn’t dwell on it; I didn’t have many expectations anyway. But in terms of the dating experience, this boyfriend was absolutely perfect. He completely accommodated me in the game, always checked in on me, and provided plenty of emotional support. For my birthday, he even sent me a gift. I was curious: “How did you know my birthday?” His reply was quick: “Scarlett0123. I guessed the last four digits of your ID might be your birthday, right?” It was indeed my birthday, but those four digits, 0123, were too simple; most people wouldn’t guess them. I felt a little touched. For the first time, I felt curious about him too. I asked him for some information, planning to send him a gift in return. He only said he wanted to meet me in a few days and we could talk about him then. Meet in person? I felt a hint of anticipation. I didn’t really care about his appearance; I just liked an interesting, compatible soul. Even if he was 5’3″, it wouldn’t matter. But then— I snapped back to reality, looking at myself in the mirror, touching the scar on my face. Why was it the department heartthrob? I admit, I care about my appearance. I chickened out.

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “299855”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #浪漫Romance #现实主义Realistic #重生Reborn #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantasy #校园School

In my past life, I sacrificed everything for my brother, remaining unmarried to care for him. This time, we’ve both been reborn. His first act upon rebirth was to get rid of me, making way for the fated child swap – the fake heiress. He threw me, still a newborn in swaddling clothes, onto the street. “Don’t blame me for being cruel. You’re the one who caused Serena’s death.” **01** The day I was born, the South was caught in a dreary, rainy season. Julian Blake, the eldest son of the prominent Blake family, took three days off from school. He rushed back to his family estate from his boarding school, still in his crisp uniform. No one knew. That young student, posture ramrod straight, gaze steady. His soul carried the memories of two lifetimes. He had just been reborn, returning with a lifetime of overwhelming regret from his past. He didn’t spare a glance for me, his biological sister. Instead, he secretly paid off the attending nurse, ensuring the child who was meant to be swapped in his past life was legitimately presented to our parents. I was carried out of the hospital by him. Stuffed into a crude cardboard box. He took a bus with me to the city outskirts. And that other baby, crying louder than me in her swaddling clothes. She would claim the Blake family’s bloodline, and in the future, become “Little Sister Serena,” cherished by everyone. Julian’s biggest regret from his previous life. Decades had eroded his life away, causing him to miss the girl who became a flight medic for him. While I, his actual sister, only returned home at eighteen. I never married, willingly studying rehabilitation medicine for him. I pulled him, paralyzed, from his wheelchair. Yet, his heart longed only for the fake heiress I had given up. The Blake family, from a prominent southern state like Texas, was celebrated for their distinguished military service in the past. They were a family honored by the nation, with their heroism featured repeatedly in military publications. This life, he wanted to rewrite everything. No matter the cost. I lay in my swaddling clothes, quietly opening my eyes. This life, I had been reborn too. **02** In my past life, the fake heiress and I were swapped at the hospital. She became the Blake family’s cherished daughter. As for me, I was sent to a working-class family. At three years old, a car accident left me completely alone. I was sent to an orphanage. From then on, I lived in constant anxiety and fear for over a decade. The fake heiress, however, grew up pampered and privileged in the Blake mansion, enjoying every luxury. She became Serena Blake. She was the jewel in the Blake family’s eyes, and the only sister in my brother’s. She went to prestigious schools, learned to dance and play the piano. She studied abroad, earning everyone’s affection. I, on the other hand, was only brought back to the Blake family at eighteen. That year, I wore worn-out canvas shoes and a faded, plain dress from the orphanage. I carried a broken leather suitcase as I stepped through the Blake family estate’s grand gates. I saw my brother standing in the courtyard. His figure tall and straight, clad in his military uniform, silhouetted against the sunlight. But he frowned as he looked at me: “You’re Paisley? Why do you seem so unsophisticated?” My brother was an elite pilot, groomed for leadership by the nation. Serena became an excellent flight medic. In photographs, they stood shoulder to shoulder, their smiles radiant. Until that year, when I visited him at the military base. His plane crashed, and both my brother and Serena were pinned under the aircraft’s wing, waiting for rescue. The doctor anxiously told me: “I’m sorry, we can only save one first.” I hesitated for a second, then said: “Save my brother.” Everyone blamed me, accusing me of causing the fake heiress’s death. But I didn’t regret it. I began to self-study rehabilitation medicine, nursing him day and night. It took me ten years to get my brother out of his wheelchair and help him regain his dignity. I never married, caring for my brother until his twilight years. On his deathbed, his pale hand covered my fingertips. His voice was weak, but every word pierced my heart. “Paisley… I’d rather you saved Serena back then.” I froze on the spot. Like a ton of bricks had slammed into me. So, even until the very end. He never once offered me a single word of thanks. **03** He carried the box for a long way. From the hospital, he took a bus through the old city district. He walked to the most desolate part of town, on the outskirts of East Avenue. Finally, he crouched down at the mouth of an overgrown, dilapidated alleyway. He gazed at me in the box, his face slightly pale, his lips tightly pressed. “Paisley.” He spoke in a low voice, his hand trembling. “Don’t blame me” “Serena, she died so tragically. In our past life, she died because of you… I don’t blame you, but she… she really deserved to live a carefree life.” He placed me in the shadows of the alley mouth. With his small hand, he carefully covered my swaddling clothes. “Someone will surely pass by here. You’ll just be an ordinary person in this life.” He stood up, his eyes a little red, but he stubbornly turned his face away: “Paisley, I only ask that you never reappear in this life.” He left. Without looking back. My consciousness, reborn, had long been awake. But I was powerless to speak. I lay in the shadows. Watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance, my heart was only cold.

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “299856”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #浪漫Romance #现实主义Realistic #重生Reborn #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantasy #校园School

My $5 million wedding, meticulously planned by me, was given to my fiancé Liam’s secretary Chloe’s two puppies. The reception photos I Photoshopped overnight were crossed out and replaced with dog posters. Even the pink roses I had airlifted from France were covered in dog pee, the venue a chaotic mess. All because Chloe said her pet dogs were terminally ill, and she wanted to give them a perfect wedding. Liam even deliberately allowed Chloe to rip off my wedding dress and put it on the dogs. All the guests sneered with contempt. “Stella deserves it. Liam used to spoil her rotten, but she didn’t know what was good for her and pulled out his mother’s oxygen tube.” “That kind of vicious woman deserves to go to hell and be dismembered. She deserves to die!” Crying, I signed to Liam: “I don’t want to marry you anymore. Please let me go, Liam.” Right in front of me, Liam slipped the ring onto Chloe’s finger, then cruelly poured red wine over my head. “I felt the same pain when my mom died. No matter how much you hated her, you shouldn’t have killed her.” “Stella, you’ll never be free in this lifetime.” That night, he emerged from Chloe’s room, covered in suggestive scratches, and pressed a cigarette butt into my palm. “Stella, if you can endure the hundredth wedding, will I forgive you?” I nodded foolishly. His friends, however, burst out laughing. “Where does Stella get the confidence? She killed Liam’s mother and still dreams of making up with him!” I quietly walked out the door. The snow was falling heavily. I clutched the ALS diagnosis report in my hand. What you don’t know, Liam, is that we won’t have a next time.

I went to my mother’s hospital bed and held her hand. “Mom, after your surgery, will you take me to buy a plot at the cemetery? When I die, I’ll be waiting for you to bring me flowers.” My mom’s eyes were red from crying. “My poor child, why do you have to suffer from this disease? Liam used to love you so much, why is he torturing you like this now?” She knew our past better than anyone, and she’d seen how Liam would do anything for me. When others mocked me for being mute, Liam would be the first to beat them black and blue. When I was falsely accused of plagiarism, he rushed to school to defend me, even before his own surgery was finished… I shook my head. “Mom, it’s my bad luck. I accept it.” Ever since Liam’s mother died. Liam hated me to his core. Everyone in New York mocked me as a murderer, trampling me into the dirt. “Stella, aren’t you shameless? Liam was so good to you, yet you still pulled out his mom’s oxygen tube? Do you know Liam didn’t even get to see his mother one last time?” Yes, he was so good to me, how could I kill his mother? No one knew. The day Liam’s mother passed away, she pulled out her own oxygen tube. I cried and rushed to her, but she said: “Child, I don’t want to be a burden to Liam anymore. Just let me go peacefully.” The moment I walked out of the hospital room, I received the news from the doctor that I didn’t have long to live. It hit me like a lightning bolt. Before I could even tell Liam, he came to me with his mother’s suicide note, demanding to know why I had pulled out her oxygen tube. “Stella, my biggest regret in this life was protecting you, falling in love with you.” No matter how I explained, he simply refused to believe I hadn’t killed his mother. For the first wedding, he openly invited young models to a party and made Chloe whip me 99 times, the girl who used to bully me. Watching my heartbroken expression, he laughed with perverse satisfaction. “Can a vicious woman like you even cry?” At the seventy-eighth wedding, he publicly mocked me for being mute. “An unpresentable nobody. I must have been blind to fall for her.” Yet, it was he who, when I was insulted for being mute, bravely shielded me. “What’s wrong with being mute? From now on, I’ll be your voice. I’ll speak for you.” The ninety-eighth wedding was canceled. Liam, drunk, held me and said: “Stella, we’ve tormented each other enough. How about I marry you just this once? I don’t hate you anymore.” I naively believed Liam had finally trusted me, but when he sobered up, he personally shattered my hope. He made me the whole damn city’s laughingstock for the ninety-ninth time. “Stella, you killed my mom. I’ll never marry you, not in this life, not in the next.” “Stop dreaming.” As the red wine poured over my head. I remembered when I was eighteen, Liam promised me under a wisteria waterfall, “Stella, one day I, Liam, will give you a grand wedding. I’ll make you the most beautiful bride!” The boy who once trusted and protected me unconditionally was gone. He didn’t know I was already running out of time. I willingly gave up treatment. Once my mother’s surgery was successful, I would end my own life.

But unexpectedly, the day before my mom’s surgery, something went wrong. News came from the hospital, “Liam, the most powerful man in New York, just had his girlfriend confirmed with leukemia. He took away the bone marrow donor.” I ran to the hospital like a madwoman, groveling before Liam, my mouth uselessly trying to form words. My trembling hands signed, “Liam, please, I beg you, let my mom go. You’ve humiliated me ninety-nine times at our weddings, isn’t that enough?” His eyes were sinister. “No! Of course not, you killed my mom. Now you want to sacrifice my girlfriend’s safety to save your mom?” “This is just my revenge on you. Your mom deserves this; who told her to raise such a heartless, ungrateful daughter?” Crying, I signed: “I didn’t!” Liam’s eyes were red as he roared: “Haven’t you told that lie enough for one lifetime? What makes you think I’ll believe you? Could my mom’s handwritten suicide note possibly be fake?” I sobbed, shaking my head. I didn’t know why Aunt Eleanor would leave such a note. All I knew was that the boy who once kissed my forehead and said, “Stella, no matter what happens, I’ll always stand by you,” had condemned me based on a piece of paper whose authenticity he never questioned. Chloe’s eyes flickered. “Exactly! How could Liam possibly misjudge his mom’s handwriting?” Liam’s gaze at me grew even more hateful. “In school, you slandered Chloe, saying she bullied you. Now, slap yourself eighty-eight times. If it’s not loud enough, then your mom’s life…” I stared at him in disbelief. The facts he saw with his own eyes, how had they become slander? Chloe was my nightmare back in school. She put nails in my shoes, cornered me in the bathroom with a group of girls to cut my hair, calling me a “dead mute.” For my sake, Liam had kicked her out of New York. But now, Liam spent every day being intimate with her in our marital bed. He even threatened me with my mother: “Unwilling? Fine, then your mom’s illness…” I bit my lip in humiliation, slapping myself again and again until blood appeared by my ears. I signed: “Is that enough?” A flicker of indiscernible pain crossed Liam’s eyes, then he sneered. “How could that be enough?” “Is your mom’s life so worthless in your eyes?” A crushing wave of pain and sorrow washed over me. My eyes red, I typed: “What do you want?” “How about you bark like a dog for me? Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot you’re mute. Never mind then.” Liam pulled Chloe into his arms. “You’re right, she’s a cripple after all.” Chloe leaned shyly into his embrace. “You’re so mean! How can you humiliate Stella like that?” “But, if Stella is willing to crawl around the hospital like a dog, maybe I can consider saving her mom first. What do you think, Liam?” Liam dotingly ruffled her nose. “You’re my girlfriend, of course I’ll listen to you.” My blood ran cold. His doting look was so reminiscent of seven years ago. If anyone dared to call me mute, or a cripple, Liam would beat them across New York until they never dared to insult me again. Then he’d ruffle my nose: “You’re my girlfriend, no one gets to bully my precious Stella.” But the person he was protecting had changed. I choked back the tears, telling myself I was going to die anyway. “Okay.” Liam hadn’t expected me to actually crawl like a dog, bowing my head as I went. But after I finished, Chloe went back on her word, still insisting the donor go to her. My eyes red from crying, I signed, asking her why. She said: “Because you can’t speak, you can’t bark to please me, can you?”

🌟 Continue the story here 👉🏻 📲 Download the “NovelMaster” app 🔍 search for “299849”, and watch the full series ✨! #NovelMaster #浪漫Romance #现实主义Realistic #重生Reborn #励志Inspiring #后宫Harem #玄幻Fantasy #校园School