Never Judge - Chapter 903

Tang was cheated by her husband who got another woman pregnant. Tricked by the mistress and mother-in-law, she had been criticized by the public and kicked out of her husband’s family. Then, there comes Su, who showed up like a saviour for her, prevented her from all the difficulties that her ex’s family made to her. He held her in his arms, haughtily said to them, ‘It will only be me that can bully my girl! Anyone who dares to bully her is opposing me!’ She was shocked. And her mother-in-law said she was a wanton woman. After that, he was always protecting her, treated her preciously. He made her realized that even the second marriage could also make her so happy!

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In the 1980s, a man came to Hong Kong Island and rose from chaos and darkness.

Establish a mercenary group, acquire a power media company, intervene in the international oil trade, call the shots in the financial world, and stand as a tripartite in the real estate industry.

He established a symbol of an era, the Galactic Empire!

He established a family chaebol that spanned the century, the Su family!

A hundred years later, a world masterpiece “Economic War” was published, and for the first time people deeply realized the mystery and horror of this family.

“In the 100 years since the establishment of the Galaxy Group in the 1980s, it can be seen behind almost every major change in the world.”

The world-renowned economist Lawrence wrote in his book “The Invisible Black Hand”: “When the voice of money resounds, the power of power emerges, the world will bow before this family…

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“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.

An era where every person in the world can see ghosts.Only I cannot see ghosts.