One Wife, Multiple Weddings
On the day of my wedding with my girlfriend, I was unexpectedly informed by the hotel that our ceremony had to be postponed by a couple of hours. With no time to notify relatives and friends of the change, I had to rush to the hotel entrance to intercept guests. Upon arriving, I was stopped at the door by security, who told me that a wedding was currently taking place inside. The host's voice could be heard as I saw my girlfriend, wearing a veil, smiling and extending her hand to a man who was half-kneeling. In the audience, all the bride's relatives who were supposed to attend our wedding were seated, clapping and cheering. The man on stage was her dream guy and also my current superior. How could the woman I was supposed to marry be marrying someone else in the venue I had booked?Chapter 1 1
Chapter 1 Hijacked Wedding Early in the morning, the hotel I had booked called to say the venue would be delayed by a couple of hours. Who would announce such a major delay for a wedding at the last minute? Moreover, how could a wedding time be changed just like that? Even the calmest person would be infuriated, so I began yelling at the phone. The response on the other end was indifferent. "Miss Shaw has already agreed. If you have any problems, discuss it with your wife." I felt like someone had pulled the plug. My anger disappeared immediately. Jessica was usually a reasonable person. The hotel must have used some kind of excuse to make her give up our wedding time. But such a big event as a wedding, where the time was carefully chosen and invitations had already been sent out, our relatives must be nearing the hotel by now. Jessica was being unreasonable! I instinctively pulled out my phone to call Jessica, but the call was hung up almost immediately. I facepalmed myself. I'd forgotten our agreement! Although we had been living together for some time, she insisted on following ancient customs and moved out months before the wedding, insisting we only meet after the marriage. Even our nightly goodnight calls had been gradually canceled, as she wanted to maintain a "mystery" before the wedding. In a panic, I put on some clothes and headed out. I had to go to the hotel myself to greet the guests and explain the situation slowly. By the time I reached the hotel entrance, most of my relatives were already there, milling around in confusion, while none of the bride's guests had arrived. I had a nagging feeling something was wrong. Jessica couldn't possibly notify all the guests of delayed the wedding in such a short period of time. Anger and anxiety intertwined, and I forcefully pushed past the security who were blocking the guests and stormed inside. A staff member shouted from behind, "You can't go in! There's a wedding taking place inside!" ‘Oh?’ I wanted to see what kind of wedding could be so grand that it could steal my wedding time and venue and leave my relatives standing outside. I pushed open the door to find the music at its most stirring moment, the bride, with a radiant smile and veil, standing on the stage, extending her hand to the man in front of her. Seated in the audience were all the bride's guests whom Jessica and I had invited, cheering and clapping excitedly. The woman on stage was Jessica, my fiancee.
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Relatives gathered curiously to see what was happening inside. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively closed the door, cutting off my parents' inquisitive gazes. The people on stage also noticed me and turned their heads in unison. The man who was half-kneeling was Alex Clinton, Jessica's dream guy and also my current superior. Alex had a neutral expression and looked at me with a smile. "Tommy, is there something wrong?" The term "Tommy" immediately defined our respective statuses. Jessica, standing beside him, not only offered no explanation but instead glared at me with a threatening look. I understood immediately. It was a look that told me to shut up. During the three years that we had been together, the only time the usually mild-mannered Jessica got truly angry was when she gave me that look. I instinctively fell silent. In the next moment, I laughed self-deprecatingly. My fiancee, my venue, my wedding time—my wife was marrying someone else without a word of explan
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As I stepped outside, the guests who had been prevented from entering the venue seemed to have figured out what had happened. They looked at me with a mixture of emotions. Seeing the elderly relatives standing out in the sun for so long with no place to sit, a surge of guilt overwhelmed me. It was my selfishness that had caused them to suffer and embarrassed my parents. I bowed deeply to everyone and said, "Sorry, everyone, but the wedding may need to be canceled. Let's just consider this a gathering and move to the next room for a meal." Once the guests were re-seated, the wedding in the adjacent room was nearing its end. I opened all the fine wine originally intended for the wedding and drank glass after glass, trying to numb myself with alcohol. After all, Jessica and I had been together for three years. I had known all along that Alex and Jessica were exes, and their dramatic romance had even become known throughout the entire university. Yet, Jessica had repeatedly assured
Guess Who's Not Coming Back
I came back to life the day Cedric Gramont got drugged. This time? I didn't offer my body to him. I called his so-called soulmate instead. In my last life, I stupidly fell for the uncle who wasn't blood-related. When I found out he'd been hit with something strong, I ignored his plea to call Elyna Humbert—and "helped" him myself. A month later, I was pregnant. He had to marry me. On our wedding day, Elyna got kidnapped and killed. Before she died, she called Cedric 199 times, begging for help. He didn't pick up once. Later, the day I went into labor, he locked me in the basement and watched me die screaming, the baby still inside me. Last thing I heard? "If you hadn't gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have married you. I wouldn't have missed Elyna's calls. You deserved to die." When I opened my eyes again, it was that same day—Cedric was drugged, but this time, I knew better.
My Cousin, The Impostor
I'm Sophie Gould, the true daughter of the wealthiest man in Arberton. Yet my mother favors her niece Tanya Hall, who brazenly assumes my identity and inheritance. At a glittering banquet filled with Arberton's elite, Tanya胆敢 occupy my rightful seat and publicly羞辱我, declaring herself the Gould family heir. In my past life, I endured such humiliation in silence before meeting a tragic end at their hands. But now I've been reborn with a burning resolve for justice. As Tanya's false confidence reaches its peak, I smile icily and deliver the first strike against my enemies. This time, I won't just reclaim what's mine - I'll expose every dark secret and make them pay for their crimes against me.
After 21 Days
My fiance is the best Neuro Healer among the werewolves. His first love is his little stepsister, who once took a fatal silver arrow for him. Now, her old condition has flared up, and she has a fatal silver venom disease. She only has 21 days left to live. In order to stay with her in her final days, he pours his newly developed "Memory Lock Potion" into me to eliminate all my memories of him by force. He says, "It's just 21 days. Once she's gone, I'll feed you the antidote myself, and you'll remember me again." In those 21 days, he holds a grand bonding ceremony for his stepsister, dances with her during the Moon Goddess Festival, and makes an oath swearing that they will become mates again in their next life. Finally, he sends her off. After 21 days, the potion wears off, and he kneels in the rain with tears and blood all over his face. He asks hoarsely in an accusing tone, "The potion only lasts for 21 days… why have you forgotten me completely?" I just look up impassively at him. "Sorry, but who are you?"
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