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Her boyfriend cheated on her, so she married a stranger to get back at him. However, her ‘broke’ husband suddenly turned out to be one of the rising stars in A Country! It was true that he did not have a car or a house, but he did have a manor, a yacht, and a private jet. They said that Su Jianxi was a seductress who wormed her way into a rich man’s lap and even made a cuckold out of him. Later, Li Tingyao personally dispelled the rumors, saying he was the one who pursued Su Jianxi, and that the child was his!

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Inside the best gynecology and obstetrics department of the most prestigious hospital in Jin City... Jiang Sese gritted her teeth as she endured the acute labor pain in her abdomen. Breaking out in a cold sweat all over, she clutched the guardrails on both sides of the bed so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. Seeing this, the obstetrician gently comforted her. “Don’t be scared. The child will be born safe and sound. Everything will soon pass.” Jiang Sese nodded

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English is a melody, a harmony that sways with the cadence of our days.English is a melody, a harmony that sways with the cadence of our days.English is a melody, a harmony that sways with the cadence of our days.English is a melody, a harmony that sways with the cadence of our days.English is a melody, a harmony that sways with the cadence of our days.English is a melody, a harmony that sways with the cadence of our days.English is a melody, a harmony that sways with the cadence of our days.

Jasmine —¡Bájame! —grité, golpeando con mis puños su ancha espalda. Golpearlo se sentía como arremeter contra una pared de ladrillos. —Cállate, Omega —gruñó Ryder. Cruzamos el río poco profundo que marcaba el límite de las Tierras Muertas. En el segundo en que mis botas salieron del agua, me soltó. Caí con fuerza sobre la orilla lodosa, raspándome las palmas de las manos. —¡¿Cuál es tu problema?! —logré articular, retrocediendo a rastras. Mi cuerpo seguía temblando por el calor del celo, pero la absoluta falta de respeto que emanaba de él me sacó de ese estado de aturdimiento. Ryder estaba de pie sobre mí, con el pecho agitado y sus ojos azul gélido prácticamente brillando con asco bajo la luz de la luna. Se limpió la mano en sus pantalones tácticos, como si tocarme hubiera dejado una enfermedad en su piel. —¿Mi problema? —se rio. Fue un sonido cruel y hueco—. Mi problema es que, de todos los lobos en este territorio olvidado de Dios, la Diosa Luna me ató a una loba débil y patética que ni siquiera puede mantener su aroma bajo control.