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Mizo In Lu

After Being Abandoned, Young Master Lu's Wife Becomes Filthy Rich!

“First time? You’re tight…” The man’s teasing voice sounded a little hoarse. A hot breath rolled onto Su Nan’s face. With her eyes blindfolded, Su Nan asked through heavy breaths, “Qiao Ming, is that you?” “Guess,” he said in an unusually icy tone. The next morning, Su Nan opened her eyes and found herself alone in the room. Just as she was immersed in the sweet sensation of finally giving her fiance, Qiao Ming, her all, the room’s door was pushed open. Qiao Ming appeared in a striking suit, looking handsome as always. Yet, he had worn a cold expression, one that Su Nan had never seen before. Standing beside him was Su Nan’s step-sister, Sun Qian. Sun Qian asked with a smirk, “Was the gigolo I gave you last night satisfactory? I heard it was your first time.” Su Nan’s heart sank into her stomach. With disbelief in her eyes, she stared at the man, who she had been in love with for so long and was about to tie the knot with, intimately holding onto Sun Qian. Sun Qian added, “I was with Qiao Ming last night, and the person who defiled you was a gigolo I meticulously picked out for you. Su Nan, weren’t you a pompous woman? How does it feel to be r*ped by a gigolo?” Qiao Ming said, “For the sake of making me marry you, your father forced Sun Qian to get an abortion. That was my first child! Your whole family deserves death! Right, your father died last night, and your Su family has been bought over by me this morning. If it wasn’t for the sake of torturing you, you’d have accompanied your father to hell last night!” Qiao Ming and Sun Qian joined hands to send Su Nan into an asylum. A fire broke out later on, and Su Nan went missing. Everyone said that she died in the fire, leaving no remains behind. Several years later, she returned from abroad with her child. She had fair skin, beauty, and a net worth of over a billion. Just her appearance made every head turn. The child’s lowly gigolo father started pestering her too. Su Nan thought her child’s father was penniless, that was why he had to sell his body. For the sake of her child, she tossed one million at him and said, “Don’t work anymore. I’ll take care of you.” The man who was suddenly being kept, smiled in response. Later on, Su Nan was being pressed into a wall, and the man said, “That three million mansion you’re interested in was developed by yours truly. Be good and call me hubby. I’ll take care of you instead.” Looks like Su Nan was mistaken. The man wasn’t a gigolo. Quite the contrary, he was a legendary aristocrat, and he had been planning all of this for a long time!
ACEE · 323.4K Views

Sign-In System in Modern Earth

Failed student no more! When the mysterious Ascendancy Orb chose Malik Abdullahi on his dreary walk home from secondary school, his humdrum life in Berbera shattered. Integrating with him, it gifted him the "Sign-in System" – a cryptic AI that rewards discretion, strategic growth, and daily dedication with mind-sharpening abilities and more. Suddenly, acing exams and securing a coveted spot at university is just the beginning. Witness Malik's silent revolution as he leverages the system's power to not only transform himself but also to secretly reshape his surroundings. From a struggling teen to a shadowy force manipulating economics and technology, his journey is one of hidden power and reluctant leadership. But this is just the first arc in a grand cosmic tapestry. Prepare for a tale that transcends galaxies, where a discreet climb from the Horn of Africa leads to a galactic harem forged through political alliances, a post-human evolution of mankind orchestrated from the shadows, and a destiny that culminates in cosmic godhood. Malik isn't a hero; he's the unseen hand guiding humanity's ascent, a master strategist playing a game where the board is the universe itself. Get ready for a unique blend of system sci-fi, nation-building intrigue, and cosmic ambition, where the stakes escalate from a single life to the fate of realities. DISCLAIMER This novel is a work of fiction. While some locations, organizations, or institutions may bear resemblance to real-world counterparts, their depiction in this narrative—including associated events, actions, and outcomes—is entirely imaginary and not intended to reflect reality. All characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. The views and actions expressed by characters belong solely to them and do not represent the author’s opinions or real-world ideologies. The author explicitly disavows any use of this work as a reference for factual, legal, or historical purposes. Readers are strongly cautioned against interpreting fictional scenarios as commentary on real individuals, groups, or events.
The_Standing_Tower · 32.9K Views

Lost in flames Found in dark

"Lost in Flames, Found in Dark" Some love stories don’t begin with hello. They begin after the end. She was once the light in someone’s storm — wild, warm, unforgettable. Then, in a single moment, Shruti vanished. No note. No clues. Only a silence that shattered the hearts left behind. He searched for her like a man possessed. Burned down every lie, bled for every truth — until all that remained was rage... and a love too deep to bury. Years passed. And somewhere far from the wreckage of the life she once knew, a girl opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her name was different. Her reflection — unfamiliar. But the ache in her soul? The flashes of another life? All too real. A scar she doesn’t remember getting. A voice she still hears in her dreams. And eyes — cold, broken, beautiful — that feel like home. He doesn't know her. Not anymore. But something in him stirs when she’s near. A storm. A memory. A promise not yet fulfilled. As their worlds collide once more, past and present bleed into one. The girl who shouldn't exist remembers a life no one believes. And the boy who lost everything now stands at the edge of rediscovery… and ruin. This isn’t just a second chance. It’s fate demanding what death tried to steal. Love. Longing. Pain. Fire. And a mystery that binds their souls beyond lifetimes. Because some hearts never stop searching. Some memories refuse to fade. And some love stories are written in scars. --- SNEAK PEEK The night air was sharper than she'd expected, and the thin fabric of her top did nothing to help—but she’d already refused his jacket with full drama ten minutes ago. Pride came before comfort, apparently. From the couch behind her, Dhruv watched in silence. Head slightly tilted, fingers resting near his lips. He didn’t comment. Yet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered. “A little,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, still facing the balcony. “This is where a gentleman offers warmth. Maybe a hot drink. Or, you know... human decency.” “You rejected the jacket and the blanket. Can’t save you from yourself.” She opened her mouth to sass back, “Unbelievable.” Before she could finish being annoyed, she felt him. He was behind her—close. His body heat rolled into her back like a slow, deliberate wave. She gasped softly, more out of surprise than cold. His hands slid into hers with quiet certainty, wrapping them up gently. Then, his arms circled around her waist, pulling her lightly against him. Her breath caught as his chest pressed warmly against her back, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to shield her from the way his warmth spread over her skin. “Dhruv!” she gasped, her voice half protest, half flustered mess. Her words scrambled as he leaned a little closer, breath grazing the side of her neck. “Better?” he asked, low and completely unaffected.
Abishaa · 14.7K Views
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