Good-for-nothing son-in-law becomes super rich
Dion Mahesa Birawa is a useless son-in-law in the Wolf family. Every day, he only receives insults from everyone in his family, especially his wife Jasmine, who ruthlessly betrays him behind her back. Divorce is imminent. But none of them knew the man that they always considered worthless was a crown prince, the only heir to a large global company. There is nothing impossible for him.
The Color Of The Canvas
Alessandro Smith was raised in a family where torment and murder were chosen pastimes, and his childhood was marred by kidnapping and abuse. This volatile upbringing molded Alessandro into a cold and spiteful individual who held a deep animosity for mankind.
Outside of tormenting his enemies, Alessandro harbored a less sinister hobby: painting. His artwork stunned his teachers and tempted affluent patrons to part with their wealth for his creations.
No one really knew the ingredients of the crimson paint he favored.
An unexpected encounter brought a girl into Alessandro's life, challenging his understanding of the world.
Warning: This book is filled with violent and explicit content, which might repulse and discomfort some readers.
After Transmigrating Into the Book, Prime Minister Made My Legs Weak
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When faced with the new bride forced upon him by his parents, Wen Jian felt no ripples in his heart. Expressionless, he said to her, “Since you have entered the Wen family, you must adhere to the virtues of a wife. I need to strive and study to achieve success in the imperial examinations. The relationship between husband and wife will only affect my studies. In short, I will not touch you, so don’t stir up any trouble for me!”
These words were exactly what Ji Sang had in mind.
Ji Sang, hidden beneath a red veil, had a soft and gentle voice as she obediently replied, “Alright.”
Half a month later.
With a fine layer of sweat on her forehead, Ji Sang’s delicate lower abdomen faintly revealed an ere*t object. She looked up with teary eyes and cried out, “Ah… Wen Jian, you said you wanted to study hard and achieve success… Ah, slower…”
Wen Jian’s deep black eyes fixed on the
The Angel with the Devil’s Eyes
Aveline was eighteen the night she first saw him. The world was ordinary enough—too ordinary, she thought—as she sat on the rooftop of her small home, the summer air heavy with warmth, the town asleep
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Falling for him was like falling from grace...
The first time I saw Adrian, I forgot the sound of my own name. It was at my cousin’s engagement party, a whirlwind of chatter, laughter, and glittering chandeliers. Everyone was dressed in bright co
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Best Friends Don't French Kiss
They had always had rules. Unspoken, but understood. Best friends didn’t blur lines. Best friends didn’t get jealous. Best friends didn’t look at each other’s mouths too long, didn’t imagine how it w
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Draco Malfoy's Wheelchair Bound Heaven
Hogwarts had always been my kingdom—control, hierarchy, precision. I thrived there, every glance, every whisper, every calculated step. But she—she was chaos in motion, determination wrapped in defian
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