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Playing The Toxic Wife To Attract Billionaires

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 660    |    Released on: Today at 17:27

June's back. The blood drained from her

uard. His sharp blue eyes swept across the room like a searchlight,

e had seen a savior. He scrambled off

in his father's trousers, and let out a heartbreaking w

own at his sobbing youngest son and placed

ep them from shaking. She dug her fingernails into h

s corner, shooting his father a look

until it locked onto June. His eyes were c

d heavily against the hardwood floor. Each s

made it hard to breathe, but she for

flicked downward, landing on her right hand. The palm

d Isaac's leg. He flashed Jun

nger flared in her chest, but she bi

low, dangerous rumble. "You h

Yes. He smashed a Ming vase an

r's leg. "I didn't! She yelled at me f

. Instead, he turned his head tow

he walked over, looking like

n the corner?" Isaac as

said it was my fault for not sto

is brother was at fault while painting June as

h to tear his lie apart. The system's warni

turned to ice. Everyone waited for th

the back of Tristan's collar and hoist

estroy property, and then you lie to my f

stantly. He stared at his father in

rsher. "And you. You stand by and watch, then try to deflec

y white. His perfect mask

e to Cole's rigid posture in the corner, then to the sly, fleeting look of

d three words that shattered the

into a dead, r

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Playing The Toxic Wife To Attract Billionaires
Playing The Toxic Wife To Attract Billionaires
“June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife. Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining. To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live. She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson. When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds. Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family. The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted. He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed. "Stop crying. I'll handle it." Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life. To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.”