MTL - Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife - Chapter 79 Soaring into the sky (2)

A stupid father with good luck, a kick-ass and protective mother, and a dandy younger brother all want a principal husband.

Her engagement has been broken off three times yet she does not panic.

Beautiful and magnificent clothes, golden beams in their house.

She has money, she has power, why would she need a husband?

This is a story about a garish woman who has had her engagement broken off three times and a hypocrite of a man. This novel is lighthearted, over the top and sweet and satisfying. Dear guests, please enter if you’re interested.

- Description from Novelupdates

Modern agent Yang Lan’er has time-traveled to a peasant woman whose father-in-law was conscripted and raised a pair of twins alone.

It was a time when the Daying Country was suffering from drought year after year, and faced with the villagers fleeing famine with their families, they were not afraid or afraid! I have space in hand!

Yang Lan’er went the opposite way and resolutely took her family into the depths of the mountain.

From then on, go hunting in the mountains, fish in the river, farm, do business, and bring your family to make a fortune!

The new book “Abandoned Women of the Ages: Getting Rich from Space Warehouses” welcomes all book lovers to read~

- Description from novelbuddy

Under a crimson moon,Brian discovered that just like some rare extreme psychopaths, he also acquired a miraculous ability: to fulfill the lingering attachment of the remains and receive gifts from the corpses.While he felt joy, there was also a bit of confusion.Being of good conduct and benevolent to others, why did he also receive the crimson moon's gift?This was the greatest insult to his noble character!!!

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?