Top Fancy Maker

In San Francisco, everyone knew that the always cold and aloof daughter of The Green family had married a crippled man from a wealthy family. Three years into the marriage, she remained childless, and outsiders mocked her, saying she was still a virgin. But no one knew- For three years, she had been unable to sleep every single night. Due to a car accident, a top billionaire became disabled, and his lover left for abroad. Cathy had no choice but to marry Lucas, being his wife at night and his caretaker during the day. Until one day, there was hope for his legs to recover, and his first love returned. Cathy overheard him saying that he would definitely divorce her. Cathy fulfilled her duty and took good care of him. Since he wanted a divorce, she turned and left without hesitation. Three years of marriage? She considered them a moment of misplaced responsibility-just a good deed to make up for the past.

For the three years he was my live-in husband, there was no physical contact between us. He was like my most loyal butler, servant, and caretaker. But when he became my financial backer, we were intimate all the time, indulging in passion every night. "I've been thinking about you for a long time..." In the darkness of the night, the man kissed me recklessly. He was my live-in husband. Thus, as the precious daughter of a wealthy family, I had no choice but to let this destitute man marry into my family and become my husband. Out of resentment, I humiliated him repeatedly, mistreated him, and even resorted to physical abuse. Yet, he never got angry, always maintaining the appearance of an obedient and gentle man. But just as I was slowly falling for him, he suddenly asked me for a divorce. The once gentle and submissive man turned into a cunning and terrifying figure overnight. In an instant, my family fell into ruin, while he rose to power. The man I once trampled underfoot had transformed into my financial backer.

The Tragic Fate of Alex, the Rise of Diana The head of the top US consortium, Alex, met an untimely demise, and all his assets were transferred to Diana. The real heiress of The White Family was found after eighteen years. Yet, everyone mocked her, calling her uncultured, useless, and nothing more than a pretty vase. However, at the wedding of the century, when the wife of the young head of The Smith Family was revealed to be none other than the "vase" Diana, the socialites of New York City were left pounding their chests in disbelief-How could she deserve this?! After Alex's death, Diana not only had to face the covetous gazes of The Smith Family but also play the role of a leader among various powerful organizations. Alex's subordinates assured her, "We will handle everything; you just need to sit on the throne." But later... When Diana was in danger, she wielded a gun, stepping on her enemy with a dazzling smile, "Be good, and I'll give you a quick death." When her loved ones fell ill, the legendary medical master personally visited and admitted-she was Diana's senior disciple! The renowned racing legend willingly became Diana's personal driver, calling her "Boss" at every turn. Alex's subordinates were in utter disbelief, "Wasn't she supposed to be a weak little white flower, a soft and obedient golden canary?!" But Alex wasn't entirely dead. When his consciousness awakened, he found himself soul-bound to a plush doll-one that Diana had designed in his likeness. Now, he not only had to endure being dressed and undressed by Diana but also be at her mercy, bathed and squeezed in her hands... Watching her reveal one hidden identity after another, Alex was utterly dumbfounded. Even the woman he admired and respected the most-was her?! [Mini Theater 1] Alex, now in plush doll form, was held against Diana's soft, snowy chest as she stood before a mirror. Staring at his own ridiculously extravagant appearance, his expression cracked- "Is this really how she sees me in her heart?!" Diana's fingers teasingly unfastened his tiny clothes, one button at a time. Alex shut his eyes, his mind filled with only one thought- "I want to die." [Mini Theater 2] Diana stared at the dust-covered plush doll, frowning, "My doll is precious-I have to wash it myself." Alex's inner monologue, "Stay away from me!" After an intense round of scrubbing and kneading, his soul burned with shame, his spirit flushed red, on the verge of tears. Diana, completely satisfied, gave him a kiss-he turned even redder... They said Alex had a cleanliness obsession, high standards, and was impossible to please. But now? He felt that... maybe staying dirty wasn't so bad after all. [Mini Theater 3] Once back in his real body, Alex trapped Diana against the wall, his gaze burning as he questioned, "You took so much advantage of me, destroyed my innocence-how are you going to repay me?" Diana's eyes gleamed mischievously. "That bad, huh? How about you cry for me first?" Alex, "..."

He is aloof and abstinent; she is wild and unrestrained. For revenge, she meticulously approaches him, shamelessly flirts with him, and cunningly schemes against him. She disrupts his engagement party, drives away his first love, and repeatedly steps on his bottom line. One late night, he corners her against the wall. "Rose, what other tricks do you have that I don't know about?" And just like that, she barges into his world, does whatever she pleases, and drags him down from his pedestal step by step until she completely devours him... Upon returning home, Rose discovers that the wealthy man who just gave her a sky-high breakup fee is actually her half-sister's fiancé... He broke up with her because he got engaged to her half-sister. To make matters worse, Rose's biological mother had also met her tragic fate because of her half-sister's mother. Now, the grudge is set in stone...

At first sight, in order to create a bond with Angela, Frances risked his life and deliberately staged a car accident. Angela was the adopted daughter of the Moore family. On the night she was kicked out of the house, her fiancé was already on the entertainment headlines, holding her sister in his arms. Later, Angela was caught up in endless scandals because she had gotten involved with the most powerful man. Everyone mocked her, saying she was nothing more than Mr. William's fleeting amusement. Little did they know that from the moment Frances first laid eyes on her, he had only one thought-to steal her away! To take her from the hands of her fiancé. Everyone was waiting to see Angela make a fool of herself, deliberately asking about her relationship with Frances. He merely smiled and said, "Perhaps I haven't tried hard enough. After being married for so long, Mrs. Williams still refuses to acknowledge me publicly and give me a proper title." That night, the air was damp. Angela was breathless as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. His breath was scorching. "Mrs. Williams, have I tried hard enough?" Angela gritted her teeth. He was trying... far too hard!

Andy, staring at the man in front of her, felt her mind go blank, oddly thirsty. Her body instinctively leaned into his, subconsciously craving more, yet with an undercurrent of nervousness and unease. "Andy, are you going to pay for me?" Andy wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, the pressure increasing, suppressing the sounds rising from her throat. "I'll give you a discount." Charlie's body was solid, like a silent presence enveloping her, mixed with a familiar and intoxicating scent. "Charlie, you didn't turn off the light..." Now tinted with desire, his features remained striking, yet their invasiveness seemed to intensify. "Turn off the light?" His voice was deep, tinged with a trace of amusement. "Then how would you still see me?" The story begins with Andy, curious to finally see the legendary, breathtakingly beautiful star of the club. To her surprise, the irresistibly charming "star" turns out to be the owner of the club. Yet, she bluntly states her intention to pay for his company. Charlie, "This is a club, not a brothel." Later, by a twist of fate, Andy ends up sharing an apartment with Charlie, a high school classmate she once rejected. Their peaceful routine comes to an end one night when Andy learns from Charlie that she has been sleepwalking recently. Feeling a little embarrassed and unsure how to react, Andy asks, "Last night was the first time you saw me sleepwalking, right?" Charlie replies lazily, "There was another time." Andy falls silent for two seconds before hesitantly asking, "Did I... do anything?" "You suddenly ran out and hugged me." "?" Charlie raises an eyebrow and casually adds, "And you kissed me, touching me over."

My grandfather once saved the life of an elderly patriarch from a top wealthy family. When my grandfather passed away, the wealthy old man honored their agreement and arranged for me to become the fiancée of his heir, Justin. Justin was a notorious playboy, but this engagement was my grandfather's dying wish. So, I moved into Justin's home. Justin's sister, Nancy, was engaged to Alexander, the wealthiest man in the elite circle. However, Nancy looked down on me as her future sister-in-law at every turn. But when Alexander was blinded in a car accident, Nancy immediately had a one-night stand with another wealthy heir and married him in haste. And so, I became Alexander's substitute bride... A car accident left the heir of the most powerful family blind. Not only was his engagement called off, but he was also forced to marry an adopted daughter as a mere substitute. Rumors said that his new wife was uneducated, lacked taste, and had no personality-a "three-no" product. But little did they know, she was a brilliant doctor. Just three days after marrying into the family, she miraculously cured Alexander's blindness. Not only did she win the affection of his entire family, but she also firmly secured her place as the young mistress of the household. As they spent more time together, Alexander gradually discovered that his wife was an incredible hidden gem. He lost interest in work and became obsessed with spoiling his wife day and night. The small clinic he had set up for her to pass the time unexpectedly became famous far and wide. Even high-profile figures had to wait in line for an appointment... Meanwhile, as her husband, Alexander found himself needing to book a slot just to catch a glimpse of his own wife...

When Bella unexpectedly became pregnant, her boyfriend's first love happened to return to the country. The two grew close again, leaving Bella as the laughingstock of the industry. Everyone said that Megan, the fake heiress of The Hunter family, was exceptionally talented, like the bright moon in the sky, while the real heiress, Bella, was worthless-nothing more than dirt beneath their feet. What they didn't know was that the mastermind behind The Hunter family's powerful empire was Bella. The reason why The Hunter family members became renowned fashion designers, famous directors, celebrated singers, and popular idols was all because of Bella. Yet, when Bella was betrayed during her pregnancy, they forced her to marry a completely paralyzed man in exchange for benefits. Later, when Bella's true identity was revealed, The Hunter family regretted everything. Her ex-boyfriend even came to her in tears. "I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, for the sake of the child, okay?" At that moment, a cold voice rang out. "My child has nothing to do with you." Eugene, the powerful and ruthless head of The Scott family, a man who made countless socialites swoon, walked over and wrapped his arm around Bella's waist, his tone intimate. "Bella, let's go home."

After being dumped by Summer for two years, Christopher developed gynophobia-getting too close to a woman made him nauseous and want to throw up. Christopher, "Why are there ugly women everywhere? I'm going to stay single for life." His bros, "???" Then, out of nowhere, Summer returned, begging for reconciliation and affection. Christopher, "You think you can break up whenever you want and get back together just because you say so? Who do you think you are?!" Summer, "Aren't you desperate? You haven't taken care of your needs for a long time, have you?" Before she could finish, the volcano inside Christopher erupted. Christopher, "Shut the hell up!" Damn it! She really used to be his woman! She knew him too well-could even tell when he was needy?! She kissed him directly. Christopher instantly melted, like a tamed beast. His bros, "??? What happened to your gynophobia? And what's with that satisfied expression?" Christopher, "Get lost! You're watching for free and still talking too much!" Summer, "Bros, help me win Christopher back. Once I succeed, I'll give each of you a billion. He'll pay." His bros, "??? You two really are a match made in heaven!" Christopher, "You guys made a group chat behind my back?" Everyone left the chat immediately... "Summer, just be patient. Big bro is easy to coax."

In public, he was a ruthless and terrifying business demon, but in private, he was a devoted wife-doting man. He indulged her every whim, clearing all obstacles for her, allowing her to do as she pleased, and spoiling her beyond reason at the slightest provocation. He said, "Cathy, in the past, you didn't have the luxury to be willful. From today onward, you do." She smiled sweetly. "Mr. Owen, I'm clinging to you for life." "My honor, Mrs. Owen." To save her family, Cathy had no choice but to enter into a fake marriage with Roderick, helping him secretly meet with his lover, Tracy, while enduring Tracy's humiliation. She had long grown used to such treatment-it was, after all, just a financial transaction. But what she never expected was that, by sheer coincidence, Roderick's greatest and most feared rival, Anthony, actually wanted to keep her as his mistress. And the most shocking part? She was still, at least in name, Roderick's wife... and Anthony was rumored to be Roderick's uncle.

Betty, the eldest daughter of The White family in New York City, was sent to live in a remote countryside for eighteen years due to her parents' divorce. Upon her return, she was labeled with all kinds of nicknames: "country bumpkin," "hillbilly"... Henry, known as Mr. William in New York City, has a mysterious background and wields immense power-no one dares to offend him. Two completely unrelated people were suddenly informed one day: They. Were. Married! For Betty: "It doesn't matter who I marry, but if I don't want to, whoever dares to force me... I'll kill them." For Mr. William: Before meeting Betty: "My wife? The position of a top elite lady in New York City is not for just anyone." "No matter where she is, find that woman and bring her to me!" "This arranged marriage must be annulled!" After meeting Betty: "My wife is a top-tier hacker, and I'm shocked." "My wife is a godly doctor, and I'm in awe." "My wife is a master of the mystical arts, and I bow to her." "My wife has too many hidden identities... Suddenly, I feel unworthy of her!" For everyone else: "Mr. William, we advise you not to show off too much."

The man's expression was indifferent, his facial features sharp and well-defined. A faint smile played on his lips, but it never reached his eyes, making him appear gentle yet unapproachable. His slightly upturned peach blossom eyes held light brown irises, exuding a hint of allure when his gaze was lowered. Completely different from her brother's deep black eyes. She had expected to see her brother, but instead, she was met with a stranger, while her brother was nowhere to be found. For a moment, Lily's mind went blank, unsure of how to react. The scene seemed frozen in time. Neither of them moved. Before long, the man lowered his eyes again, slowly and methodically extinguishing his cigarette, his demeanor relaxed and lazy. He didn't seem inclined to speak, remaining silent as he got up to open the window for ventilation. Watching his actions, Lily, feeling lost, hesitantly called out, "...Brother?" That was their first meeting. Later, she would come to understand that he was her brother's best friend. At thirteen, Lily secretly fell for a man. The man had a cold and lazy air about him, spoke with a casual drawl, and often came to her house, spending entire afternoons in her brother's room playing video games. Whenever she went in to deliver fruit or snacks, he would lazily lift his gaze, smiling devilishly, "Kid, what's up with you? You blush every time you see me."

On his birthday night, his friends egged Rex on to make a wish. Out of nowhere, Rex thought of Linda. Cold-blooded and heartless-that was how outsiders described him. Only Linda had ever called him a good person. And only when she was using him did her words sound so sweet. For the first time in his life, on his own birthday, he made a wish for a woman-hoping she would get what she wanted. If she wanted to borrow his power, he was willing to let her borrow it for a lifetime. Recently, in New York City's high society, rumors had been swirling that Linda had been dumped by her ex-boyfriend, her dream of marrying into wealth shattered, and that she was now dating a big shot from London. That day, Linda was called last minute to a dinner gathering. She was the last to enter the private room, only to find her ex-boyfriend among the guests. She was just a small figure, unworthy of being introduced to everyone at the table by the host. During the meal, her ex-boyfriend raised his glass to her. "Congratulations, I heard you've found a new relationship." Someone, eager for drama, asked her who her new boyfriend was. "Which London big shot?" Linda didn't know any so-called London big shot and had no idea where the rumor had come from. Casually, she named the only prominent, unmarried man she had heard of. "Rex." Everyone was stunned and turned to look at the man seated at the head of the table. Linda, clueless, followed their gazes-only to meet the man's deep, unfathomable eyes. He leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of nobility and indifference. Though his posture was relaxed, his presence was overwhelming. He was watching her with an unreadable expression. Linda thought to herself, Could I be this unlucky? Is this man a friend of my ex? At that moment, the host snapped out of his shock. Seeing that Rex hadn't denied it, he smiled and congratulated him, "I was wondering why you suddenly came to New York City-turns out it's to see your girlfriend."

"You saved me, so I'll have my daddy pledge himself to you!" Ada unexpectedly saved a cutie, and in return, she got the cutie's heartthrob father. After their marriage, Gray doted on his wife, always obedient and loving. "Boss, are you really going to let the boss lady take over the company? You won't stop her if she wants to sell it?" "Sell my company? I have plenty of companies. The most important thing is to make my wife happy." "Boss, it's bad! The boss lady says she wants to tear off the roof!" "Go help her with the ladder, protect her well." "Daddy, thank you for the toys, dolls, and cake you bought for me!" "That was for your mother." "Honey, I really like this script. Can I take the role?" Gray remained calm. "Do whatever you want." "In this script, there are some steamy, passionate scenes with another man." "I will always support you, and I won't restrict your freedom." That night, Ada scrambled out of bed. "Gray! You liar! You're just jealous!" The next day, Ada had to stay home to rest because of the intense bedroom activities.

Eighteen-year-old Anne had her first vivid and passionate sex dream. In the midst of its ups and downs, she couldn't make out the other person's face. But when she woke up, she found herself clutching a man's hand tightly. "Brother Arthur?" Twenty-three-year-old Arthur slowly pried her tightly clasped hands away, his face devoid of expression. "Next time you take an afternoon nap, lock your door." Anne was the fiancée of Arthur's younger brother, Austin. A contractual marriage arranged and welcomed by both families from an early age. However, Anne and Arthur had always maintained a secret relationship since then. He loved her body. His touch was cherishing but his heart is cruel. Yet, Arthur was always attempted to sever her engagement with Austin. "Break you engagement with Austin” “Will you marry me?” “I already have a fiancee” Little did Arthur know, Austin was fully aware of their forbidden relationship-and secretly, he, too, had a secret entanglement with Anne.

Delia's first love became her brother-in-law. To avoid a scandal, her family kept setting her up on blind dates. She heard that billionaire Elijah had a popular game called the "Three-Month Lover." In order to escape her family's matchmaking, she entered a three-month contract relationship with the notorious playboy. Delia cautiously asked him, "Why do you want to marry me?" "Delia, you are my destiny." Delia blinked. Elijah leisurely closed the file in his hands and said, "So, to keep things fair, we get married. Now that you're officially Mrs. Johnson, I'll also be the one who stays with you the longest." Delia: "..." That actually sounds absurd. Before meeting Elijah, Delia believed she would never fall in love again. After marrying Elijah, Delia was even more certain she never would.

Shirley had been Lucas' girlfriend since their university days-obedient, well-behaved, sweet, and innocent, always clinging to him like a delicate bird in love. However, no one believed that Shirley and Lucas would have a future together. Lucas came from a prestigious family, born into wealth and privilege. The moment he graduated, he swiftly eliminated his rivals and became the president of The William Family, standing at the pinnacle with a bright future ahead. Meanwhile, Shirley came from a modest background, unfamiliar with the ways of high society. Perhaps the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her in this lifetime was meeting Lucas, who was on an exchange program at their university. Lucas himself never thought they would last forever. But since their relationship had been pleasant over the years, he had no complaints. Just as he signed the check, preparing to break up with her, he unexpectedly stumbled upon an online diary Shirley had been keeping: Day 1 of waiting for Lucas' breakup fee: Hehe, officially his girlfriend now! So happy! ... Day 1674 of waiting for Lucas' breakup fee: Almost five years now. F***, Lucas, you monster, I will kill you. Lucas' face turned dark. Shirley had a strong feeling that Lucas was going to break up with her tonight. She suppressed her excitement, carefully did her makeup, curled her hair, put on her best dress, and wore her usual gentle and understanding smile, waiting to receive her well-earned eight-figure breakup fee. The candlelight from their dinner flickered on Lucas' face. Lucas put down his phone, suppressing his anger. Staring at the gentle, lovely smile in front of him, he suddenly said, "Shirley," "Let's get married."

The entire social circle knew that Anna, the eldest daughter of The Jones family, was a hopeless simp. Back in the day, Albert had married her under family pressure, but even after five years of marriage, he found her so repulsive that he wouldn't spare her a glance. To avoid her, he often stayed out late into the night. On their wedding anniversary, Anna discovered that her scumbag husband was cheating on her. That night, she did the craziest thing she had ever done-she got drunk and slept with a man who had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and devastatingly handsome looks. After a night of passion, Anna casually transferred $500,000 to him as a "tip" and left without looking back. Later, at a banquet, she witnessed the elites and power players of high society fawning over the very man she had slept with, showing him the utmost respect. It was only then that she realized-he was none other than the legendary, untouchable, and fearsome billionaire, the wealthiest man in New York City! Anna instantly knew she had messed with the wrong person. She turned and tried to flee, only to be cornered against the wall by the noble and aloof man. His eyes were tinged with red, his expression full of grievance as he said, "You slept with me, so now you have to take responsibility!" ... Albert had always wanted to rid himself of Anna. However, after their divorce, he gradually realized how irreplaceable she was. It wasn't until he saw her gazing at that billionaire with tenderness and affection that he completely lost his mind. Regret consumed him as he fell to his knees, begging for reconciliation. But before he could get close, the billionaire kicked him away and warned coldly: "If you dare lay a finger on my woman again, I'll make sure your entire Smith family is buried along with you!"

Alice was an orphan, adopted by the Thomas family at a young age. As a child, whenever she was bullied, she would curl up in the pearwood wardrobe. That was until Charles found her and pulled her out. They lived as siblings for many years, with Alice being cherished and raised by him like a precious gem. Over the course of ten years, a love, hidden in the corners of their hearts, grew uncontrollably. It wasn't until the humid summer of her nineteenth year, in her room, that Charles personally put a star necklace around her neck- "Alice, do me a favor." ... He asked Alice to seduce Stuart, the heir of The William family, to ruin his engagement and prevent him from marrying the eldest daughter of the Green family. Alice agreed. Everyone said that Stuart, the head of The William family, was like a poisonous thorn-deep, calculating, ruthless, and sinister. At a cruise ship banquet, the young girl, holding her skirt, stumbled into his room... Stuart pinned her to the head of the bed, his fingers tracing the star necklace at her collarbone: "This gift from Charles, how many layers of wrapping do you want me to take off?" Later, he personally unwrapped the "gift." Day and night, they sank deeper and deeper into obsession, unable to escape. ... Three months later, Stuart announced his engagement, and all of London was in an uproar! The man who had always been indifferent to women, obsessed with studying human anatomy, and willing to break off his parents' arranged engagement... was actually getting married? At the engagement party, Stuart tore off the star necklace Charles had given her, carelessly tossed it aside, and placed a Graff pink diamond necklace around Alice's neck- "Did it hurt when I threw it away?" Alice didn't answer. She grabbed Stuart's tie, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him. The guests screamed, and the reporters snapped photos frantically. Alice's eyes narrowed, and she turned her head toward the guests- In the crowd, Charles, who had "gotten what he wanted," tightly gripped his wine glass. His dark eyes... were cold enough to freeze.

Sunny's father was the driver for the top-tier Stuart family. On the day her father passed away, it was pouring rain when Colin approached her with his deep voice saying, "Come with me." He took her in and protected her for nine years. When Sunny heard that Colin almost had a falling-out with his family for the woman he loved, she understood that he didn't have feelings for her and chose to exit gracefully. However, under the enchanting moonlight, they ended up spending the night together. The next afternoon, she woke up to find Richard, Colin's younger brother, lying beside her. Sunny sincerely suggested, "You seemed to enjoy yourself last night; how about we part ways amicably?" Richard smiled mischievously, "I didn't have enough fun, so we can't part just yet." The man was casually wearing a bath towel around his waist, with droplets of water running down his forehead, tracing the lines of his collarbone, and disappearing into the towel. His natural sensuality was undeniable. He smirked and lazily said, "Be responsible, Sunny." Later, at a banquet, when Sunny felt unwell and left early, Colin rushed to find her. He knocked on the door of the lounge, but inside, Richard had tightly wrapped his arms around Sunny's waist, pressing her against the door, kissing her passionately, and murmuring, "Tell him to leave." Richard was notorious for his reckless behavior. Everyone thought he was just playing games, passing time. Until one day, the social circle was abuzz: Richard had written a love letter to Sunny. The young aristocrats immediately denied it, saying it was impossible, that it had to be fake! How could the notorious playboy of the prestigious family lower himself like that? The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation. Richard lazily smiled and corrected, "I written two letters-one love letter, one marriage proposal."