After the Fake Young Lady Stole Everything from Me, I Became the World’s Sweetheart - Chapter 404 - Four-Hundred and Four: Warning

Su Ci was forced to marry the dying Second Master Shen, and the entire S City awaited her tragic fate. However, half a year later, Su Ci cured Second Master Shen and was adored by the Shen family. She is a personal disciple of a miraculous doctor, a top hacker, a racer, and the founder of a globally popular cosmeceutical brand. International conglomerate CEO Xiao Yizhou, genius director Lu Mingchen, and e-sports god anti all declared: “Su Ci is our dearest junior sister!”The man, rumored to be cold and violent, cornered Su Ci against the wall, gritting his teeth: “How many more identities do I not know about?” Su Ci smiled warmly and kissed the man's lips, “Just one last one, Mrs. Shen.”

Yang Yan found himself becoming a corpse. But before he could stay for a minute, the lid of his coffin was opened.A stunning face appeared in front of him.Leng Biyue!As the Holy Maiden of the Fairy Maiden Sect, she possessed the quasi-empire bloodline!Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, fell, and landed on Yang Yan's face.His eyes opened!“The Sword Dao Emperor, who was buried for 100,000 years, has come to life once again!”

Before getting married, Shen Xi knew that her fiancee had a girl he was secretly in love with for years.
After the divorce, she found out that the girl was her.

Before getting married, Shen Xi knew that there was going to be no love in her marriage.
After the divorce, she found that her ex-husband had married for love.

Before their marriage, her husband had a lot of money.
After the divorce, her ex-husband went bankrupt paying for the huge alimony.

Then, Shen Xi was reborn to the day of their marriage.
Shen Xi would just like to ask, would it kill you to say ‘I like you’??

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.