Novels

To pay off our family's debts, my sister Daisy James and I, Vanessa James, are about to marry the twin sons of New York's wealthiest family, the Hoffmans. I'm supposed to marry the cold older brother, Colton Hoffman, while Daisy is set to marry the playboy younger brother, Marcus Hoffman. We thought this would be our fate for life, but unexpectedly, the day before our wedding, both of their first loves returned to the country. After we met to discuss it, our thoughts were surprisingly aligned. "Let's run away!" "I want to run away too!" On the wedding day, we put on our wedding dresses and prepared to flee abroad, but we were caught red-handed. Colton grabbed my wrist and sneered, "Marcus went to find his first love, but I didn't go anywhere. What are you running from?"

I woke up to my boss handing me half a billion dollars. In a rush of adrenaline, I blurted out, "Hubby!" He just chuckled, a glint in his eye. "Only half a billion and you're calling me 'hubby'? What if it was five billion, would you marry me then?"

The day before my roommate left for a cruise party, I went straight to the hospital to get a vasectomy. It was because in the previous life, the roommate participated in the "Century Challenge Gala" party on a cruise ship and partied with hundreds of wealthy people for a prize of 10 million yuan, betting on whose child was in her belly.

Before my business trip, I left my daughter an unlimited black card. My only rule was for her to spend at least five million a month, to cultivate good spending habits. At first, I thought that if my daughter spent well, it would motivate me to earn more. But after a while, something felt off.

Married My Arranged Husband, But He Never Touched Me.I thought my arranged husband had issues in the bedroom, so I asked for a divorce. Then I suddenly heard his thoughts:"Did she catch me stealing a kiss last night?""Is she disgusted by me? Is that why she wants a divorce?""I'm just not likable, am I?""Even with my 6'1" height, six-pack abs, and 8.5 inches, I still can't attract her."

After my divorce, I went abroad for two years, and the Platinum Black Card I left for my daughter was maxed out every month. Buy a villa in five days, a luxury car in three days, and countless luxury goods.

After I died, my soul latched onto a mother monkey at the city zoo. My days became a simple, blissful cycle of picking fleas and peeling bananas. Honestly, it was a hell of a lot more peaceful than my time as the Hawthorne family’s long-lost daughter. After all, in the zoo, my biological parents couldn't spit on me with their words. My own brother couldn't tell me to cut my wrists deeper next time. Yeah. I was born to be a monkey. I was perfectly content with my new life, right up until that perfect family of three strolled into the zoo with the girl who had taken my place. "Mom, Dad, Liam, look!" she chirped. "That monkey is so ugly! Doesn't it look just like Stella did right before she died?" The three of them froze. I, on the other hand, let out a sharp "Ooh-ooh-aah-aah!" toward the gorilla enclosure next door. The mighty Flingo, without missing a beat, whipped out a lump of his own special delivery and launched it. It sailed through the air in a perfect arc, landing with a wet splat right across the fake daughter’s face.

I blew my cover in the eighth month of my one-year contract marriage to the CEO. While Ethan Gray was working out shirtless, glistening with swea

On the day we were supposed to get married at the courthouse, my boyfriend Samuel Lee had someone kick me out and brought in Rachel,