He is the most despicable son-in-law of the Smith family, but one day he turns around and became a billionaire with the most powerful identity, and even amazed her beloved wife who dreamed of every day identity of him
He is the most despicable son-in-law of the Smith family, but one day he turns around and became a billionaire with the most powerful identity, and even amazed her beloved wife who dreamed of every day identity of him
Reuben Jones was wiping the window. "Reuben Jones, first clean the window," his mother-in-law Isidore said pretentiously.
"Mom, next time you let me wipe the window, can you choose a sunny day? It's raining hard outside. ."
"Let you wipe it, just wipe it, there is so much nonsense, believe it or not, I will seal your mouth next time," she smacked him. It's not clean, don't eat today!"
He hit Reuben Jones on the shoulder again after speaking.
"Why do you want to beat me?" sneered Reuben Jones' mother-in-law. Come on, smack me. If you dare to touch me, I won't hate you. Dare you if you win? You scum!
Reuben Jones badly wants to fight back. He's been a dog in the Smith household for years. Aside from work, he frequently lacks food due to returning home. in law.
After four years of marriage, he didn't even hold his wife's hand, claiming to be a son-in-law but really being a Smith family slave.
"Trash is trash; don't strike it. It's better to die than live like you! sneered my mother-in-law.
Reuben Jones bowed his head, tightened his hands, and remained silent.
"How many times have I told you not to bully him?"
Reuben Jones shook, lifted his head, and saw a lovely lady frowning slightly at the door.
Annabelle Smith, his gorgeous wife.
Annabelle Smith's eyes were cold and disappointed.
"Dignity? Ask him whether he has dignity. !"
Then Annabelle Smith responded, "Okay, Mom, tidy up and go downstairs."
"Annabelle, is there truly another way?" her mother-in-law said quietly. I heard Alex is an ugly, overweight old man!"
When Reuben Jones heard this, he shivered and his ears perked up.
"This is the only way," Annabelle Smith murmured, closing her eyes.
"You are not the only girl in the family, Fiona Smith, Bradley Smith is also quite beautiful!"
"Perhaps this is my life, ," Annabelle Smith said, her eyes sad.
If you become a useful guy, you won't be permitted to do things like this, hey?
Annabelle Smith regarded Reuben Jones, who was wiping windows. Her disappointment became greater.
They were far away, believing Reuben Jones couldn't hear them, but he could. He lifted his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was racing! He want to tell Annabelle Smith loudly that he was not a waste, but the eldest son of the aristocratic Jones Family of Winiburg. The problem is he can't!
He clenched his teeth and followed Annabelle Smith and his mother-in-law out.
His father-in-automobile law's had abandoned Annabelle Smith and him, so he had to drive a car to catch up.
Luckily, it's rush hour, so he barely caught up.
After a half-hour wait, they all stepped in together. Reuben Jones found it was the Smith family's office building.
The Smith family launched a multi-million dollar apparel empire. He previously insulted Annabelle Smith's cousin. The Smith family wouldn't let him in after that.
"Everyone has been waiting for you."
One of the elders expressed displeasure at the number of individuals in the box.
"Sorry, traffic was heavy. It took a long time for everyone." Kyle Smith, Annabelle Smith's father, bowed and apologized.
"All right, let's talk about how to get through this." The elder said .
Paisley Smith came up and said, "Grandpa, I believe Mr. William promised to give us $30 million without interest if our Smith family would send a good-looking lady to accompany him. So we shall follow him. We will surely survive this crisis ."
"Fiona Smith, Bradley Smith, Annabelle Smith, you are the only qualified for our Smith family," Grandfather Myron Smith said. Now that the Smith family is in danger, who will Jonesg sacrifice for them?"
"Grandpa, I'm already engaged ," Fiona Smith said first. Also, I came for menstruation issues yesterday... Grandpa, I sincerely want to sacrifice for the family, but you can't..."
They all looked at Annabelle Smith, who was beside them, and she sighed and smiled.
They've always admired Annabelle Smith. Annabelle Smith is more gorgeous and educated than them.
However, Annabelle Smith really married a son-in-law, who was still a waste but they were so pleased.
The family is in a financial crisis, and the bank would not provide money. The ugly and overweight President Alex is the only one willing to borrow. Annabelle Smith? you've come to make sacrifices.
"I'm married. Their third anniversary is in three days.!"
"We'll save Annabelle Smith and kill two birds with one stone!"
The conference hall reverberated.
Annabelle Smithwas quiet, gazing out the window. "Oh my lovely daughter, what are you in a daze?"
Isidore pushed her.
Annabelle Smith lowered her head, glanced to her grandpa Myron Smith, and said, "I can accompany President Alex..."
Now, I'm caring for five children as a mother. I'm simply an average girl who had an unexpected kid after having an unfortunate encounter with a guy. 5 more! A number of years later, I made another attempt to enter the workforce, but this time I met with much resistance. My memory of the dashing person makes me think he will become a powerful business leader. He was charming, affluent, and surprisingly commanding. Years later, he still carried a grudge over the gratuity I had given him and relentlessly teased me, but I let it go since he was unaware of my family situation. "Dear children, your father is a micromanager. We need him so much!"
The man's magic is the floating cloud. Just go, just as if he had a dream. Michelle, who has always followed the rules, never bought a lottery ticket. Unexpectedly, she won the grand prize and became pregnant. Does she keep it or abort it? After hesitating for several days, Michelle finally decides to keep it. Is there such a good thing in the world? After playing for a long time, he left without looking back. A few years later, he came back to ask for children again. Is Michelle so easy to be bullied? He can't give birth? You deserve it. Go back where you came from. I don't know you.
My name is Pomona Burke. I'm the twenty four-year-old daughter of the Rainier Pack's Gamma Stephen, and his wife, Elaina; or, more precisely to say, the middle child of their five daughters … and; the 'runt of the litter', in the Burke household. I've just been abruptly awoken from, what as far as I could tell, a restless night's sleep; as I rapidly shoot up into a sitting position in bed, while being drenched in sweat. I'm breathing heavily; as my racing heart pounds within my chest. My body's trembling. … At least this time, I didn't jump up screaming. I'm sure the twins are grateful for that; being how we share a bedroom. This isn't the first time that this has occurred … and, I'm pretty sure that it won't be the last. But; why exactly is this happening to me? … It's that time of the day when twilight and dusk converge, and transfigure into a mystically, bewitching sight to behold; when off on the horizon, the darkening, imminent nighttime sky rests upon a layer of brilliantly reddish-orange, diminishing daytime sky … as the setting sun gently kisses the rising moon, in passing. And, there's a noticeable hazy mist permeating the air; which makes the atmosphere almost surreal-like. I'm feverishly charging across an immensely expansive field, in my wolf-form … at least; I believe that it's me … with a menacing pack of wolves, frothing at their mouths, not too far behind me, engaged in an arduous pursuit. And, although I'm not exactly sure if they're chasing after me, or trying to chase me away; I do know, for certain, that I'm desperately fleeing from them … running for my life. I know this because of the intense fear and anxiety that I feel coursing through my my body as I run away. This frequent nightmare has been hauntingly plaguing my dreams since childhood. And, whenever I think about it, this is an apropos symbolization for the real-life, belittling ridiculing and ostracizing that I face on nearly a daily basis from most of our pack; including even my own father, at times … who's always viewed me as a failure and embarrassment; especially in comparison with my other four sisters. All of this ill-will and aversion towards me, along with my insignificantly meager existence in our pack, is chiefly brought about and due to an indirect result of my rare, genetic condition … or, perhaps affliction would be a more appropriate way of putting it … which was discovered that I had after having what should have been a fatally, life-threatening accident when I was three-years-old. I have the ability to heal and recuperate at a more increasingly rapid rate than the typical werewolf can. And, my blood also contains both complexly evolved, mutated strains of DNA and RNA elements that have highly regenerative and rejuvenation compounds which, if injected into another wounded werewolf, could also temporarily enhance and speed up their recovery process, as well … at least, throughout the duration of time it takes for their wounds to fully heal. And, while the few people who are fully aware of my entire condition often tell me that this is a special, blessed gift that has been bestowed upon me; if you ask me, it's more like a curse that's taken away any chance of me having a happy, nor even just content, life. Because, fact of the matter is, this condition of mine comes with a drastic price. First of all, I've been diagnosed as being infertile; and, will be more than likely unable to give birth throughout my entire life. And, second … and, equally devastating; if not more so … I'm also incapable of shape-shifting into my wolf-form; meaning that Daphne, my inner-wolf, can never metamorphose into her physical wolf-being … subjugating her to a lifetime sentence of imprisonment. This is a double-whammy; where one the consequences costs me a significant part of my womanhood, while the other one cruelly suppresses half of my werewolf-being. The latter, I'm figuring, is the main cause behind most of the negative, judgmental opinions that a majority of our pack members have of me; and, the primary driving force behind all of the ridiculing and bullying I've suffered from all these years. Of course; it probably would have been a heck of a lot worse had it not been for the constant protection of my sister, Bellona … who's always been ranked among the top three elites of our pack's Defensive Security Detail. As for my infertility … which, over the years has been one of the reasons making me such an undesirable mate to all the males in our pack … from what I've heard, was the only influencing factor in me recently being chosen to be placed into an upcoming arranged marriage with Casper Whitmore … an individual whom I've never met before, who's not only a little more than ten years older than me; but also, already has two children. My father keeps reminding me that I should be extremely grateful, and thank the gods that such a lowly and useless excuse of a she-wolf like myself would be picked as the bride-to-be for such a prestigious suitor. I've been told that he's the Alpha of the Stratus Pack … one of the largest, most powerful packs in California ... and, CEO of the Whitmore Corporation … a multi-billion dollar conglomerate; with its primary cash-cow being an extensive, multi-franchise of international luxury hotels and resorts. And … just like the few that know about my condition … most everyone in the pack is saying that this is like some sort of special, blessed gift; and, jealously griping that I'm unbelievably fortunate in having been chosen to marry him. I myself, of course, am feeling a bit wary of this special, blessed gift; and, expect that there will also be an eventual price to pay for it somewhere down the line.
Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"
Evelina, a mute girl, married Andreas believing he alone would shield her from a world of misery. Three years later, she carried invisible bruises: a miscarried child, a smirking mistress who shamed her in public, and a husband who treated her as a pawn. Love no longer tempted her, nor did she crave another chance. Andreas thought Evelina would never leave him, but when she walked out without a backward glance, panic set in. "Andreas, face the truth. It's over," Evelina declared firmly. He blinked back tears as he stated, "I can't let go." For the first time, she chose herself-and let her heart lead the way.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."
Once, Sabrina trusted the wrong man and paid for it with her life, dragging down the only person who ever tried to help her. Fate offered her a rare reset, and this time, she pledged herself to Theo-the savior she had overlooked before. A partnership for convenience blossomed into something fierce, with Theo showing her tenderness she never expected. Revenge became her mission while he quietly shielded her. When their pact neared its end, Theo blocked her exit, whispering, "You're leaving me?" She faltered. "Maybe one more year." Yet soon, a baby was on the way. What the hell? That wasn't the deal!
Abandoned as a child and orphaned by murder, Kathryn swore she'd reclaim every shred of her stolen birthright. When she returned, society called her an unpolished love-child, scoffing that Evan had lost his mind to marry her. Only Evan knew the truth: the quiet woman he cradled like porcelain hid secrets enough to set the city trembling. She doubled as a legendary healer, an elusive hacker, and the royal court's favorite perfumer. At meetings, the directors groaned at the lovey-dovey couple, "Does she really have to be here?" Evan shrugged. "Happy wife, happy life." Soon her masks fell, and those who sneered bowed in awe.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
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