What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? - Chapter 357

Roan transmigrated as an FBI investigator.Several years later, a journalist interviewed the world-renowned detective Roan Greenwood and asked,“What made you persist in solving cases for so many years?”Roan tilted his head and glanced at the sports car beside him, the villa behind him, and the beautiful woman inside the villa. He smiled slightly and said,“Well, the bonus after solving the case.”“What?”

Upon waking, Jiang Hui found himself to have unbelievably transformed into a willow tree, luckily, he had the Golden Finger by his side.

Looking around, he suddenly had a grand dream, that was to create a powerful tribe that could stand the test of time.

But what’s the story with this Stone Village in the neighboring mountain range? And who is this lad named Shi Hao?! Also, what’s the deal with those nine worms dragging a massive bronze coffin?!

Ling Mohan is an extremely aggressive and domineering Colonel of the No.1 Military Industry Group.

One day, a woman who comes out of nowhere hits him in the head! It turns out that the two are acquainted and had a fling three years ago, after which Ling disappeared, leaving a note asking her to wait for him.

She, however, married another guy, who “died” as mysteriously as Ling Mohan disappeared.

Now fate has arranged a meeting for them on a narrow path. He is determined to avenge her with the craziest passion, and she is determined to torture him with the most seductive flirtation. When beast and beauty meet a second time, who will excel and triumph?

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He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.