Possessive love by powerful billionaire CEO - Chapter 132 - The ‘ Asar ‘

“Will you marry me?”As a metaphysics master, An Yan was humiliated by a rejected marriage proposal.She turned around and grabbed the man with the best fate in the entire room to propose to him.“Miss An, you'd better not regret this!”In the blink of an eye, the hunter became the prey, and An Yan was a bit panicked.She was truly cherished, but it was a possessiveness-driven affection that An Yan did not want.It wasn't until he fell ill.That she realized what was called deep affection was just a conspiracy.Everyone says he is the Li Family's deity! Because of him, the Li Family flourished with riches and glory.In reality, he is the Li Family's demon! He could potentially drag the entire family to irreversible doom at any moment.

What would you do if you could shuttle the plane?

Gao Linhao got an artifact that can shuttle the plane, so he reached the pinnacle of life, and became an existence beyond everything, just suffering from the unrecognizable planes that Lin Hao had given to evil!

Ji Linhao said, “I want to change as long as it makes me unhappy!”

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”