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I Am Bound to the Bragging-Come-True System, and I Will Cheat in My Life from Now On
I am bound to the bragging-come-true system. As long as someone brags in front of me, his bragging will come true in me. At the class reunion, the monitor said: "My annual salary is five million." The next second, I received news that the company had given me a promotion and a salary increase. Plastic Sister said: "My family is not short of money, money is just a series of numbers in my eyes." Then, I received news from my parents that their home was being demolished. The cheating ex-boyfriend i
251Reads9.2Score—Shelves
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After Beating Me, He Regretted It
My husband is a new kid on the Shanghai Stock Exchange. At a masquerade held in the circle, his brothers all gathered around a woman and called her "sister-in-law." But when I just wanted to get closer and ask about the situation, I was treated as a scheming girl who wanted to cling to me. To teach me a lesson, they beat me like a punching bag. The amniotic fluid mixed with blood flowed out of my lower body, which was shocking. My husband was watching not far away. Through the mask, he couldn't
222Reads9.7Score—Shelves
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The Heroine of the Sadistic Novel Saw the Barrage Behind the Scenes
I am the white-flowered heroine in the story Chasing Wife at the Crematorium. When I fell in love with the male protagonist to death, a barrage suddenly appeared in front of me. [Mastress, look back at the second male lead, he is about to be broken into pieces. [The male protagonist of the sadistic novel likes dead people, and he will only like the female protagonist if she is dead. [Hero, run away quickly, you will be miserable if you are with the man. I woke up instantly. It's okay to be a
43Reads9.5Score—Shelves
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My Mother-in-Law Was Bleeding Out After a Car Crash, but My Wife Was Busy Racing with Her Brother
After the car accident, I no longer begged my wife’s brother, who also had panda blood, for help. Instead, I urgently contacted a radio station for a live broadcast, looking for kindhearted people to help. In my previous life, I begged my wife to bring her brother to the hospital to donate blood. But after he finished donating, he disappeared that very night. He left a final letter accusing us of treating him like a walking blood bank. Later, the police found his shoes by the sea. When my wife f
15Reads9.8Score—Shelves