/0/37744/coverbig.jpg?v=b8960864466cce8da922e4f6d9b10960)
The top killer of the night sect was jointly designed and killed by her childhood friend and fiance, but she was reborn on the famous dandy lady in Rochester and forced to marry the well-known Greef family madman in Rochester. She thought she would endure humiliation and wait for revenge. But she didn't expect that this madman was the one who was destined to protect her life.
Hospital, operating room.
Earl Adol, the surgeon, said coldly, "Give Amber's family a critical notice, and the patient will donate her heart to Freda after her death."
Amber Simmons was lying on the operating table, half-anesthetized, and was very conscious to hear what the man said, but the man is her fiance.
Earl is her fiance and the doctor of this operation.
The cold scalpel cut her skin, there was no anesthesia, and the pain made her tremble.
She asked sadly and at the top of her lungs, "Earl, why?"
Earl is her fiance. They have always been a typical loving couple in Liwilt.
Now, however, she is lying on the operating table, and he dissects her heart!
Earl took a scalpel and slashed her skin neatly. His voice was indifferent and heartless: "Because Freda said that you liked me, so your heart was dirty. Freda was jealous, so I had to dig it down and feed it to the dog."
This made Amber's eyes widened in shock, and her blood pressure soared: "Why are you, why?"
Freda Baubie and her, best friends who have known each other since childhood, are not sisters, but they are better than sisters.
At the age of nine, Freda fell, and she pulled it, knocking the corner of her eye on a stone, leaving a scar.
At the age of eighteen, Freda was almost raped by a group of gangsters in order to save her.
But in the end, it was such a friend and her doting fiance who betrayed her.
Just talking for a while, the scalpel had been cut open layer after layer, and soon he saw the red and beating heart.
With the best medical machine, Amber still can't die, but she is suffering terribly.
"Earl, you go out first. I'll do it. I don't want her blood to dirty your hands."
Gentle voice, let a person listen to have a desire to protect.
Amber looked at Freda, who appeared beside her. She was dressed in sick clothes, and her face was pale and more vulnerable, but her words were the most vicious.
Earl, who was indifferent and heartless just now, was instantly gentle as water: "OK, Freda, be careful, don't let her poisonous blood dirty your hands."
With that, he left with the anesthesiologist and assistant, all of whom were from Earl.
As soon as they left, only Amber and Freda were left in the operating room.
Freda, dressed in a hospital gown, stood by, looked down at her, smiled weakly and innocently, "Amber, are you angry at this little thing?"
She picked up the scalpel, looked down at the beating heart, and smiled more innocently.
She said with a smile, "Uncle and aunt were killed by Earl and me, and your brother was thrown into the sea by us to feed sharks."
"But Amber thought it was Matteus who killed them, she hated him to the bone. But she was engaged to Earl, an enemy who killed her family. She also handed over the Simmons Group to him to take care of it. You're not afraid your father's coffin won't hold."
Freda's gentle and lovely voice, like a sharp knife, pierced Amber's heart. She growled with resentment: "You ... you ... I will kill you!"
Freda looked at her and smiled, and then put her on a ventilator: "Don't worry, there's still a good show, which will make you hate to be a ghost."
Freda took out the recording pen, then began to speak.
Freda said, "I'm Amber, a 25-year-old female. I made my will today, and my fiance Earl wrote it on my behalf ..."
Amber, wearing a ventilator, heard the sound of Freda, and her eyes widened. She was shocked, frightened and angry.
Because Freda's voice now is not her own, but Amber's voice, which is exactly the same.
If it wasn't Amber herself in front, she couldn't tell the difference!
Sandra was his servant,his appointed wife since she was a child, and she was his bodyguard too. While her husband, Clinton was in love with someone else. It looked like a love triangle, but it went far beyond than that, because there were conflicts between gansters, betrayal for protection, SM for power, and eventually fire for love. She dies, I die, she lives, I live.
Monica was an orphan, but she was also the luckiest girl in the world. She was extremely pretty, a genius, a top-notch hacker, champion of Martial Arts competition, of course, loved by everyone, except those girls or family members who couldn't accept all her glamor and merits. Certainly, who didn't want to be her?! Read along to see how Monica used her blessings to conquer each and every difficulty other girls set up for her.
Because of a misunderstanding, he is full of hatred towards her and torments her bitterly; while she chooses to submit because of her mother's medical bills, in the meantime, she meets another man who reaches out to her, will this misunderstanding be solved? What will happen next between her and them?
After living in the countryside for eighteen years, Laura's real father came to her. For a moment, the upper class knew that the Taylors had an additional illegitimate daughter of a bumpkin. When she got back to her real family, everyone mocked her for not being as versatile, gentle, and considerate as her older sister. Her father looked down upon her and warned her to keep her nose clean. Marcus was the son of the first wife of Mr. Brown. His brothers were all hostile to him, so his aunt want to connect with the Taylors through marriage to crack Marcus down. Laura was forced to marry the sick and unfaithful man, and everyone said that they are a "perfect match". It didn't take long for Laura's various alias to be dug out, and the members of the Taylors felt regret. All young talents were crazy about her. However, Marcus just laughed out of court and unhesitatingly declared their relationship.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"