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A Ti Lo Que Te Pasa Es Que Eres Gilipollas

A Esposa Que Eu Peguei é Feroz Demais

``` Quando Feng Qing nasceu, ela foi vendida a um casal das montanhas devido à negligência do hospital. Dezesseis anos depois, seus pais biológicos a trouxeram para casa de uma pequena vila na montanha, ela achou que sua vida melhoraria, mas não foi o caso. Ela não apenas deixou de receber amor dos pais, como sua irmã substituta a fez ficar cega. No final, seus pais a casaram com um homem velho de cinquenta anos. No dia de seu casamento, Feng Qing fugiu do hotel com vários guarda-costas correndo atrás dela. Em uma situação crítica, ela entrou no carro preto que estava estacionado à beira da estrada. No banco de trás do carro estava sentado um homem bonito onde a frieza impiedosa era uma constante em seu rosto. Ele parecia alguém com quem não se deveria brincar. Feng Qing bateu suas pequeninas mãos sujas. "Então, senhor, notei que a solidão está escrita em todo o seu rosto. O que acha de ter uma esposa que agora se apresentou a você?" Xie Jiuhan era comumente referido como Nono Mestre. Ele era o tirano da Capital e tinha uma personalidade volátil. Era teimoso e impiedoso. As socialites da Capital usavam todos os meios, mas nenhuma delas chegava perto sequer de tocar na bainha das roupas do Nono Mestre. A partir deste dia, rumores começaram a se espalhar pela Capital. O Nono Mestre, que normalmente se mantinha longe das mulheres, criou uma pequena esposa na mansão e a mimou ao extremo. Nono Mestre: "Minha esposa é muito frágil para cuidar de si mesma." O médico: "Então, quem é aquela senhora que quebrou o joelho de alguém com um único chute?" Nono Mestre: "Minha esposa morou em vilarejos, ela não é boa nos estudos." Os alunos da Universidade da Capital: "Sua esposa está sempre em primeiro lugar em todos os exames. Se ela não é boa nos estudos, o que somos nós? Retardados?" Nono Mestre: "Minha esposa é extremamente tímida. Ela não conheceu muitos figurões ou pessoas proeminentes." O público: "Por favor, cale a boca!" As principais autoridades em medicina, professores de ciência e famosos diretores internacionais faziam fila fora de sua casa, implorando para vê-la! Sim, sua esposa não havia conhecido figurões ou pessoas proeminentes antes porque ela era a figura mais proeminente aqui. ```
Yishen · 83.8K Views

Guarded Ties

When Amanda is forced to accept Travis as her shadow—a rugged, ex-monk turned bodyguard hired by her controlling father—her world of freedom and privilege is upended. To Travis, Amanda is everything he despises: reckless, privileged, and fiercely independent. But Amanda has her own reasons for testing his patience and breaking her father’s rules. Each act of defiance only tightens the guardrails around her life, making Travis’s presence an infuriating reminder of the pact they’re both bound to uphold. Set against the backdrop of her family’s sprawling estate, where secrets loom in every corner, Amanda’s battle for independence collides with Travis’s strict sense of duty. Their hostility becomes a game of wills, each sparking emotions they never intended—fierce anger that simmers into something neither of them can ignore. As Amanda chips away at Travis’s hardened exterior, she begins to unravel his past, igniting a tension that becomes more charged with every guarded glance and unspoken word. But some boundaries aren’t meant to be crossed. And as Amanda gets closer to the truth of her father’s hidden agenda, she realizes she’s not the only one risking everything to escape her family’s grip. Travis’s loyalties, once unshakable, begin to blur in the heat of their connection—a passion that threatens to unravel the lies they’re both entangled in. Guarded Ties: Where hatred meets desire, and loyalty holds secrets that could destroy them both.
Tae_Spiffy02 · 3.2K Views

Toxic Ties

**Damon Blackwell and Valerie Monroe come from a world of wealth, fame, and privilege. Their families are Hollywood royalty—household names in the entertainment industry. With money, luxury, and status at their fingertips, life has always been about appearances. From private schools to exclusive events, they've lived lives most people only dream of. However, as the years have passed, one thing has remained constant: the relentless pressure from their parents. Their parents, always the stars of the show, have made it clear that their offspring need to live up to their legacies. And so, the nagging began. The "When will you settle?" and "Have you met anyone special yet?" questions became the soundtrack of their lives.  Fed up with the constant pestering, Damon and Valerie hatch a plan. They'll fake a relationship to appease their parents, allowing them to live their own lives without the constant interference. At first, it's all fun and games. They play the part of the perfect couple—attending events, posting staged photos, and making all the right moves. It's convenient, and for Damon, it's easy. He's always been able to charm people and manipulate situations to his advantage. But for Valerie, things start to blur. What began as a means to an end begins to feel a little too real. The sweet gestures, the stolen glances, and the brief moments of intimacy—they start to mean more to her than she ever expected. She never planned to fall for Damon. She was too careful, too guarded for that. But the deeper she gets involved in the charade, the harder it becomes to separate fact from fiction.  So, when Damon calls it off, on her birthday of all days, she's left completely blindsided. It's one thing to break up with someone, but it's another to be the one on the receiving end of the breakup. Valerie's pride is hurt, but what really stings is that she's never been in a position like this before. She's the one usually doing the breaking up. Being rejected feels... insulting. The humiliation is unbearable. And worse, Damon walks away without a second thought, leaving her with nothing but the bitter taste of his indifference. The breakup wasn't just a blow to her heart—it felt like an attack on her ego, on her sense of control. No one had ever dared to reject Valerie Monroe like this, and she refuses to let it stand.  Determined to make Damon regret his decision, Valerie vows to get him back. But it's not just about winning him over again; it's about showing him just how wrong he was to let her go. She's always been the one in control, and she's not about to let Damon—of all people—steal that from her. Revenge becomes her new obsession, and every time she sees Damon, every time they cross paths, her resolve hardens.  As the school year comes to a close, their paths continue to collide, each encounter fueling the fire of petty jealousy and increasingly underhanded tactics. The back-and-forth, the jabs, and insults, the little games they play—it's like nothing has changed, except that now it's personal. They each try to outmaneuver the other, one-upping in ways that only serve to escalate the tension between them. But neither of them can ignore the lingering attraction, the undeniable pull that still exists between them. And the closer they get to the summer break, the more they realize they're stuck with each other.  The worst part for Damon? He discovers that their families, unable to shake off the close friendship that had developed between the two, have rented a beach house in the Bahamas for the summer. Damon is forced to spend an entire vacation with Valerie, under the same roof, with nowhere to escape the undeniable tension. It's a nightmare scenario for Damon, who is determined to keep his distance from her—especially now that she's made it clear she's playing a game of her own. For Valerie, though, this is an opportunity. She has all summer to make Damon see just what he's missing...
MiyahM · 1.2K Views

Blood Ties And Betrayal

--- Isabella never chose this. Forced into a marriage with the most feared man in the criminal world, Matteo Antonio, her life is now bound by a contract she didn’t sign willingly. Matteo is a man with a reputation for cruelty, a man who doesn't believe in love or loyalty—only power, control, and the cold, unrelenting pursuit of his own desires. Yet, despite everything she knows about him, despite how much she wishes to escape, there’s something in Isabella that wonders: *What if?* What if there's more to him than the cold exterior he shows the world? Now trapped in a life she didn’t choose, Isabella faces a question that haunts her every day: Will Matteo ever feel for her? Will he ever truly *see* her, not as a prize or a pawn, but as a person? Or will she, slowly but surely, fall for the man who holds her captive—body and heart? It’s a game. One that neither of them can afford to lose. ___________________ "Don't act like this is some big mystery. We both know why I'm here. We both know why I said yes. And we both know you loved my siste" His eyes darkened, his smirk vanishing. He stepped forward, and I stepped back. One step. Two. My back hit the wall. He leaned in close, his breath warm on my cheek. "Who told you," he said slowly, voice as sharp as a blade, "that Matteo *Antonio* has ever had feelings?". I froze. His eyes were like ice, cold and clear, but so much more dangerous. The kind of cold that burned. And suddenly, I felt so stupid. So stupid. All this time, I'd assumed—*no, Gianna told me.* She told me Matteo had feelings for her. She told me he loved her, that she had him wrapped around her little finger. She told me he would have chosen her if she'd stayed. But she was wrong. Because I could see it now, written in his face, in his eyes, in the way he looked at me like I was just another piece on the board. Matteo Antonio didn't *love*. He didn't feel anything at all. "You thought I loved her, didn't you?" His voice was soft, deadly quiet. "Is that why you've been walking around here with your head held so high?" His eyes flicked to my lips, my throat, before landing back on my eyes. "Let me make this clear, *cara mia*." He leaned in so close I could feel his lips brush against the shell of my ear. "I don't love. Not her. Not you. *No one.*" I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest rising and falling so fast it felt like I might choke on it. He pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes, his face unreadable. "Go to bed," he said, turning away from me. His voice had gone cold again, as if the storm had passed. "Tomorrow, you'll learn what it means to be my wife." I stayed there, pressed against the wall, too stunned to move. And as he walked away, I felt it settle into my bones. I wasn't his wife. I was his *prisoner.*
Mikaaa11 · 2.5K Views
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