我要结婚了,但我的两个竹马还不知道.因为他们最近迷上了我的小保姆,忙着雄竞.三人一拍即合,在我家上演燃冬.因为她的一句喜欢猫.他们一次性送了十只不同品种的猫,却忘了我对猫毛过敏.从医院回来后,我答应了家里的联姻.离开的那天,傅寒声冷声说:"你不要无理取闹."傅景州不耐地低吼:"你有完没完,就因为一只猫?"我点了点头,平静道:"对,就因为一只猫."
我要结婚了,但我的两个竹马还不知道.因为他们最近迷上了我的小保姆,忙着雄竞.三人一拍即合,在我家上演燃冬.因为她的一句喜欢猫.他们一次性送了十只不同品种的猫,却忘了我对猫毛过敏.从医院回来后,我答应了家里的联姻.离开的那天,傅寒声冷声说:"你不要无理取闹."傅景州不耐地低吼:"你有完没完,就因为一只猫?"我点了点头,平静道:"对,就因为一只猫."
In the elite circles of Manhaton, two privileged heirs each wore a ring that they never took off.
Upon closer inspection, it was just an ordinary silver ring.
No one knew that it was a cheap trinket Rosie Campbell had casually bought from a street stall when she was ten.
Yet, they treasured it as if it were a priceless heirloom, wearing it for fifteen years.
That was until Lexie Blake appeared, and they replaced the silver rings with pull-tab rings Lexie gave them.
At that moment, Rosie decided to withdraw from this complicated love.
She agreed to the marriage her family had arranged on a sunny afternoon.
"Dad, Mom, I've decided to go back and get married," Rosie, who had just returned from the hospital, spoke in a firm and calm tone as if she were talking about a trivial matter.
Rosie's mother, Celine, was stunned on the other end of the line, both surprised and delighted. "That's wonderful, Rosie! The wedding preparations are all set, just waiting for your approval. When will you come back? Do you want to meet your fiancé in advance? I can send you his contact."
Rosie replied calmly, "No. Let's set the wedding for a week from now. I'll return the day before."
As soon as Rosie finished speaking, the bedroom door swung open.
Hearing the noise, Rosie instinctively turned her head to see Lexie entering with a cat in her arms, smiling brightly.
Her eyes sparkled as she chirped, "Rosie, are you going to a wedding? Whose is it?"
Rosie coldly ended the call, her voice icy, "Get out. I'm allergic to cat fur."
Hearing this, Lexie's face turned pale, her voice trembling, "Rosie, I'm sorry... I didn't know you were allergic. Please, just dock my pay."
Rosie remained unmoved, simply watching her. "Have you finished? If so, you may leave now."
Rosie moved to close the door.
"Rosie, I'm to blame for you landing in the hospital. I'm sorry, please don't make me leave..." Lexie suddenly knelt, her fearful gesture as if Rosie was about to do something terrible to her.
Just then, Brenden Stevens and Ayden Stevens happened to pass by and saw the scene.
They rushed over, shielding Lexie protectively, anxiously checking her expression as if she had been mistreated.
Seeing Lexie unharmed, but startled enough to cause the cat to scratch her, Ayden tenderly held Lexie's slightly scratched arm, his eyes filled with concern.
The usually aloof and reserved surgeon now turned gentle and soothing, comforting Lexie with utmost care.
Ayden was a cold person, but now he scolded Rosie for a servant he had known for less than half a year, "Rosie, why are you acting like a spoiled lady again? You are in Manhaton, not your home."
Brenden, with his naturally mischievous nature, gently stroked Lexie's hair, his tone indulgent, "It's bleeding. It must hurt, right?"
But when he looked down at Rosie, his tone shifted instantly, "Rosie, why are you bullying Lexie? From now on, I'll protect her, and no one can bully her."
With that, Brenden took Lexie away.
Ayden quickly followed, taking her other hand, "Come with me. I'll take you to the hospital for a shot."
Lexie smiled through her tears, "A bit of ointment should do, right? Do we need to go to the hospital?"
Ayden insisted, "Better safe than sorry. Don't worry, I'll be with you."
After Lexie playfully thanked him, she turned to Brenden, looking troubled as she advised, "Brenden, don't argue with Rosie. I'm just a servant. It's not worth it."
Seeing Lexie's remorseful expression, Brenden retorted defiantly, "Well, I wasn't arguing with her. She was bullying you. I'm just righting wrongs, defending the innocent, and standing for justice, right, Ayden?"
Watching their happy retreating figures, Rosie stood on the balcony, feeling as if she had just awoken from a long, surreal dream.
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Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Three years of marriage couldn't melt Theo's frozen heart. When an art gallery collapsed on Lena, he was off romancing another woman-lavishing her with a private jet. Three steel pins held Lena's shoulder together, but her heart remained broken. She filed for divorce and told everyone that he was impotent. Rising from the rubble, Lena blazed onto the design world's A‑list. She expected him to sail off with his true love-until Theo reappeared at her runway, pressing her against the wall. "Impotent, huh? Care to give it a try?"
Taraji Inez Monroe was going through the toughest time of her life. Her mother had been diagnosed with a serious heart condition and needed emergency surgery to get a stent put in. The only problem was that the surgery cost a fortune, and Tara was desperate to find a way to save her mother's life. She had been blessed with good looks and a banging body, and she knew that there was only one thing she could sell to raise the money her mother needed. And what better place than a high-end club to kickstart her plan where she knew the highest bidders would be? As she made her way through the swarming mass of people, her gaze fell upon a man who emanated an aura of mystery. He was ruggedly handsome, with sharp features and a firm jawline. His eyes were deep-set and piercing. Despite his captivating appearance, there was an air of arrogance about him that made her hesitate and before she knew it, she was in his hotel room bent over. Antonio Nikos Valioso, the bipolar heir claimed her virtue in the most brutal way possible and then announced that he would marry her as tradition demanded. ...
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
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?"
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