Sweet Love 1V1: Spoiled by The Executive - 1915 Chapter 1915

Liana, a humble omega raised in silence, awakens on her 18th birthday with the scent of her fated mate — the son of the Alpha. But the bond isn't simple. The Alpha has triplet sons, and all three begin to feel the pull toward her. Thrust into the center of political tension and pack rivalry, Liana must confront betrayal, ancient magic, and a forgotten prophecy.As she finds herself entangled with Kael, the stoic firstborn, Jace, the charming troublemaker, and Rowan, the cursed empath, Liana discovers she is more than she was told. Her wolf is the reincarnation of a Luna lost to betrayal. Her bloodline is royal, hidden in shadow. And her destiny is not to choose a mate but to unite a broken world.With Celeste, the Beta's daughter, unraveling in jealousy and Darius, a rogue Alpha with vengeance in his heart, threatening war, Liana must rise. Not as an omega. Not as a mate. But as the Luna fated to reshape the future.

“Wife...”“Not wife, ex-wife!!” She gritted her teeth, glaring at the handsome man who tried to please her.“Wife...”“Get lost! Turn around, walk ten meters forward, open the door, and leave, no need to see you off!” Looking at the flattering smile on his face, she finally couldn’t hold back anymore. She kicked him, then turned around, tears streaming down her face.The groom didn't show up for the wedding, yet he treated her tenderly, only to realize it was his way of humiliating her. The love she gave finally had a return when he admitted he loved her. On her most precious day, he gave her the most painful blow again. Was that unbearable scene the “gift” from him and his first love? After signing a divorce agreement, she truly felt that her marriage to him was just a joke. However, when she remarried, at the wedding, he domineeringly tore the wedding dress from her body.Facing the man she once loved the most, she smiled calmly: “Ex-husband, can you ever stop messing around?”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.