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Wedding's Smuggler
Romance Wanda E. Pangestu, examines various foreigner weddings as a reference for her novel to be published in the near future. Unexpectedly, out of the many parties that were held that day, Wanda infiltrated the wedding without the bride and ended up replacing the bride!
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Wanda Elka Pangestu is a writer whose identity is kept secret for the convenience of everyday life, there is no special reason other than that. For the sake of the final stage of her novel to be published in the near future, Wanda is required by the script editor to look for clues about the wedding to complete the final part of the novel.
As a professional writer, Wanda has infiltrated several weddings. One, two, three weddings she attended without an invitation were not enough, so she infiltrated the wedding again, which turned out to be quite luxurious, and to make matters worse, there was no bride!
Wanda, who was aware of the absence of the bride, never thought that she would be made the bride by the groom, who was eventually discovered to be Bryant Nathanael Ethan. After being asked for help, which was more of a coercion and agreement, Wanda agreed. Wanda would act like a normal wife and in return Bryant would do some romantic things at Wanda's request for inspiration for Her novel. Male Lead
Fantasy I am a twenty-three-year-old woman with heart disease. Recovery is impossible. I was born prematurely with an unstable heart condition. Since childhood I have had a weak body, I can't do this and that. Just lie down and read a book.
When i was nineteen years old. Just when the doctor said my condition was getting worse. I spent time in my room and wrote a novel on a novel reading app.
Create a novel with the main character who is beautiful and happy with her family. The main male character is the son of an emperor who becomes a slave because of a tragedy. The story is cliché. Filled with a sweet love story like my dream.
I write with pleasure because all this is my dream. Everything that is typed is an unfulfilled dream. Every word that exists is the hope of my life.
The perfect life of the female main character is a very sweet dream. It feels like changing positions to become Clathria Vance, who lives happily. But...
"Huh! Even here, I am living the life of a stupid, weak girl."
My breath kicked up some dust. I had entered this dreamy novel world, but not as Clathria. But as Lilyana Van Breac. A powerful mage. No, no. Lyana is not actually a gifted witch. She became a great sorceress because of her pact with the devil.
Her family are natural witches. The oldest brother has the power of fire, the second brother has the power of earth, and the third brother has the power of controlling plants. And Liana? He was just trash who didn't have any power in people's eyes. Therefore, Lyana took the blood of her three siblings, surrendered to the devil, and became a realm controller of the five elements.
"Two more elements destruction bonus from the devil."
Lyana, a powerful witch, becomes a cruel, cold-hearted woman. That's why he died in such a horrible way.
"I think I support what Lyana did as revenge for her wound. It's like the male lead taking revenge on Lyana and her family. It's a little unfair, though. But the plot is like that. But I made up the plot myself. Hah, base,"Lyana dies as a result of the devil's pact and the male lead's attack, which turns her to ashes. After that, Her spirit was also locked and tormented in hell. Creepy.
When I first came to this world, I wanted to live a quiet life with a good mother, Lyana, to live as I should. But I changed my mind, I don't want to die in ashes. Because now I am the one in Liana's position.
"If I hadn't made a pact with the devil, it wouldn't have happened. If I hadn't been greedy, everything would have been fine. After all, this Lyana character actually has a power that awakens really late."
"Just wait for the power to awaken, yes, the point is that I have power. And also to be able to live comfortably. Although it is often compared to the strength of the three bullies."
I lie down on a used mattress. A cramped toilet, even worse than the maid's quarters.
"Lilies?"The soft voice greeted my ear.
"Mother?" I rose to see the figure of a beautiful woman smiling softly. She carried a tray of food in her hand.
"Let us eat."
I approached the beautiful woman, whose name is Sicily. The beautiful woman who became my mother, the only person who appreciates my presence. She was simply the concubine of Grand Duke Breac.
"Next time, don't be disobedient,"Sicily whispered to me. She is a good mother. Unfortunately, Sicily's life is not long. Soon this beautiful and kind woman will die because of a journey to the north, an area famous for its eternal snow.
I've just been punished. It was because I defended myself against the accusations of Gisella Van Breac, the third brother.
"I am innocent, Mother."
Sicily sighed. He stroked my golden white mane,"You know,"she replied.
"You want me to accept the mistakes I didn't make?"
"Isn't that better than being punished like this?" asked Sicily.
"No, I would never do that. I would not want to accept someone else's mistakes as mine."
Sicily wore a sad face. "Daughter,"she called out. I let out a small sigh. Then I hugged her. Sicily worried about me out of pity. But who wants to give in to something that doesn't make sense.
"I heard Father brought some people from outside?" I asked.
"Yes."
I stared out the window. Holding a cup of hot tea. This is already the beginning. The beginning of the torture of the male protagonist. Gerald Del Variano.
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Hen Bu Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband.
Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday.
Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever.
I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him.
But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter.
My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's.
He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately.
Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away.
I couldn't let him ruin my life again.
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I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity. His Tamed Wife, The Wild Heiress
Whisper 119 She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him.
It was all a lie.
No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way.
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I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust.
When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor.
"Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier."
My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory.
They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back.
How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers?
I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit.
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Xiu Luo On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency.
I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist.
The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed.
He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset.
"I'm going to make him wish he had never been born."
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I begged him for help, my vision blurring.
But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background.
"Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again."
He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm.
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Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry.
Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled.
"You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up."
He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research.
I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym.
They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive.
They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity.
I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding.
I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it.
Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house.
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Mo Yufei I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
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She wanted me to marry rich-so she could turn my husband into her personal ATM.
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I got myself a broke hockey player.
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Beckett Hayes needed a girlfriend badly. The Chicago hockey star had a reputation problem, angry sponsors, and too many headlines painting him as arrogant, reckless, and impossible to settle down. I needed a man convincing enough to stop my family from arranging my future for me.
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His rules were even simpler. Live in his shabby apartment. Help sell the struggling-player act. Smile for the cameras. No real feelings.
Easy.
Until my family showed up to mock the "loser" I'd chosen-and Beckett stepped between us like they had insulted something that belonged to him.
Until he put a no-limit black card in my hand and told me to stop sacrificing my dream of becoming an artist just because I was afraid to spend money.
Until our fake dinners started feeling domestic, his hand started finding mine under the table, and I began forgetting that every protective look and possessive touch was supposed to be part of the contract.
Then Beckett's grandfather arrived at our tiny apartment wearing cashmere, flanked by bodyguards, carrying a priceless Hayes family heirloom for me.
Apparently, pretending to be broke was the easy part.
Pretending I wasn't falling for my fake boyfriend was becoming impossible.
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Jasper Wren I was carefully folding a new silk nightgown, ready to fly to New York and surprise my fiancé of several years, Donald.
Then my phone pinged with a photo from my stepsister, Cindy. It was a high-resolution image of her and Donald, tangled together naked on messy bedsheets.
On his arm was the one-of-a-kind silver bracelet I had custom-designed for his birthday last month.
Cindy was staring right at the camera with a triumphant, provocative smile.
A second message popped up: "Omg, sis, so sorry! Sent that by accident!"
It was a blatant, mocking slap in the face.
Later, I even intercepted a call where Donald laughed with his mother about how my declining family was just a worthless stepping stone for them.
He called me a "boring, good girl" who was easy to manage, bragging that he would just go back to having his fun with Cindy right after our wedding.
They really thought I was just a naive fool who would either come crying to him or quietly swallow this humiliating betrayal.
They thought my silence meant I was weak and defeated.
But I didn't shed a single tear, nor did I scream.
A cold, sharp anger shot up my spine, extinguishing every last ember of heartbreak.
I threw the silk nightgown into the trash, opened my laptop, and used my MIT computer science background to hack straight into their luxury hotel suite's smart system.
I wasn't going to New York to cry.
I was going to broadcast their filthy affair to the entire city at the most prestigious charity gala of the year. One Night With My Billionaire Boss
Nathaniel Stone I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn.
Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers.
He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement.
"Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins."
He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes.
I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe.
"Showtime, Mrs. Gardner."
Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down. 
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