The General's Darling Is Delicate - Chapter 455: Ying Ce Arc (10)

The night is dark and the wind is high, and the reality is killed.

Dear players, welcome to the holographic killing game “Fantasy”.

This game is not easy, don’t flirt with girls, don’t make friends, focus on hurting each other.

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“One wild night, one mystery man, and one very legally binding marriage certificate later...”Jasmine Heart did not sign up for this.Okay, maybe she did—technically. But in her defense, she was drunk!Now, she’s stuck being Mrs. Frost.Her new husband? Aiden Stark Frost. Billionaire. CEO. Certified menace in a three-piece suit. And he has a plan: one year of marriage or one heir—then he’ll let her go.But Jasmine has her own plan too: Make Aiden’s life a living hell until he begs for a divorce.- Rearranging his million-dollar mansion? Done.- Making his life hell by flirting with his business rivals? Check.- Playing the perfect doting wife… but only in public while pretending to be the worst wife imaginable? Absolutely.- Definitely not falling for his infuriatingly smug face? Working on it.But Aiden? He’s enjoying the challenge.And worse? There’s something in his dark, knowing gaze that sends shivers down her spine.Something dangerous.Something that whispers… she might not be entirely human either.Let the games begin!

They say the greatest blessing is marrying the idol you always dreamed of.

But Qiao Lian knows that reality is different…

The Internet claims that Best Actor Shen Liangchuan is a male god who is unaffected by any sexual drive, but Qiao Lian vehemently disagrees. It’s a lie!

After finally carrying out the contract, Qiao Lian burst out, “I want a divorce! I don’t want such a life!”

After a brutal day on the construction site,Jaxon collapsed onto his cot with nothing but sore muscles, a cheap dinner, and a phone in hand. Out of boredom, he picked up one of those mindless urban web novels—complete with arrogant young masters, all-powerful protagonists, and women falling in love every other chapter.“Who writes this garbage?” he muttered, tossing his phone aside and cursing the story, the characters, and the plot that made no damn sense.Then he woke up inside it.Not as the protagonist.Not even as comic relief.He’s the villain—the arrogant heir of a wealthy family destined to be publicly humiliated, slapped down by the protagonist over and over again.