MTL - My Wife is a Beautiful CEO - Chapter 1614 [I am very old]

A book about Austria’s recovery to mightiness!!!A history about House of Habsburg’s struggles and successes!!!The Holy Roman Empire — which was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire — now came back!!!

in 1989.

Japan’s economic bubble is about to burst.

His adoptive father died in a car accident, and in front of him was a billionaire fortune and Yakuza death threats.

Get away from the family name and escape, or stay to protect this family that has no blood and no emotional ties?

hateful!

As a peerless raptor, how can I not take my due responsibilities.

Don’t worry, adoptive father, I will take good care of my adoptive mother and Qianxue. Anyone who dares to hurt them, please hack me to death first…

Fiancee: “Baka! Very much! Sinai!”

Ikeda Sakurako: “Kuzu, what about Nishi!”

Yasuko Sawaguchi: “How can you repair, ki mo chi wa ru, si ne!”

Sen Gao Qianli: “…”

(This is an urban daily life business article, taking you through the ebb and flow of Japan’s economy in the bubble era. This book has no system. If you like it, please support it a lot.)

- Description from novelbuddy

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?