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She was framed by her sister and accidentally had a one-night stand with him. Later, he found various unreasonable excuses to force her to live with him. To seek revenge, she reluctantly agreed.“I...I thought you were gay!” She slowly retreated to the corner of the wall.“I thought you already knew the answer to that question that night,” he said, emphasizing the word “that night”.Later, to get a celebrity's headline news, she secretly sneaked into a grand engagement banquet. However...“Everyone, this is my fiancée.” He said to the guests, holding her waist. Upon hearing this, her stepmother and sister were both stunned.With his help and her own efforts, she thought she was going to live a happy life. However, her company suddenly had a new boss...“You! You eat my food, live in my house, sleep with me, and how dare you deduct my salary!”“What about that night you slept with me and only gave me $50?” He said.She thought to herself: How could a billionaire be so petty about just $50! She would definitely divorce!Six years later...“Mommy! This uncle said he'll be our daddy if we pay him just $50! Should we get him?”“Mommy! I agree with that!”

Gu Changsheng traveled to the world of fantasy novels and became the ninth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.At the beginning, the previous emperor died.He directly ascended the throne and became the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Empress Dowager was so powerful that she could cover the sky with one hand.“I am familiar with this plot! Isn’t it exactly the same as the plot of the novel I just finished reading.”“The previous emperor died? The previous emperor, the sixth old man, was very scheming. He deliberately faked his death and broke through to become a saint in seclusion.”“The Empress Dowager? The real identity of this Empress Dowager is the Demon Queen of the Demon Sect. She is cruel and ruthless.”According to the plot.He ascended the throne and became the emperor. Next, he will become a puppet emperor in the hands of the Empress Dowager, and his end will be extremely miserable.Fortunately, at the critical moment, the system awakened, and changing the plot can make him stronger, summoning various strong people and treasures from the heavens and the worlds.Several years later!Gu Changsheng eliminated the Empress Dowager, swept all the way, and owned millions of miles of mountains and rivers, with three thousand beauties in the harem, and founded the immortal Great Zhou Dynasty!I am invincible, why don’t you come out of retreat!This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.

[Mature Content][18+ Only] [Hidden Relationship]“Do you like what you see?” I asked provocatively, feeling his gaze travel down my bare skin.Christian pushed me onto the bed, leaning over me. I noticed how his eyes darkened with a deep desire.“Yes, Leslie, I like it very much,” he replied in a whisper, placing his lips on mine.His kiss sent a wave of fire through my body, making me crave his touch even more.--------------Twenty-year-old Leslie Moresi is the second daughter of the prestigious Moresi family. While her life may seem glamorous from the outside, the reality is that she is a bird locked in a gilded cage.Controlled and unable to make any of her own decisions, she begins to feel all of the color fade from her life.One day, she attends an important business dinner with her family, where she meets the elusive Christian Vittoria, the most eligible man in the country -- turning her life upside down.So what if he is about to become her brother-in-law?#noharem #hiddenrelationship #smut

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.