The Kidnapped Bride - Chapter 516

Life Demon, Law Demon, Knowledge Demon, Fate Demon, War Demon…

When various strange forces invaded, the world has since been divided into two distinct ends.

Some people worship him as a god and walk on the earth as a spokesperson.

Some people choose to drink a glass of strong wine on the scarlet night and raise the shotgun in their hands.

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Hao Ren (literally means “good man”), as his Chinese name suggested, is a good man, and his ideal was to live a restful, comfortable life as a landlord. At least that was his plan before a couple of abnormal creatures rented his house.

At the age of 6, she lost her mother,

At the age of 10, she lost her dear grandmother,

6 years back, she was fooled by her soon-to-be fiance and was forced to leave her maternal house,

4 years back, she was kidnapped and then was in an accident, due to which she forgot the past 2 years of her life.

Life was never easy on her. She has suffered a lot!

Someone has correctly quoted, “justice can be delayed but it will not be denied.”

Finally, God showered her with mercy. She was found by her paternal family. She got a loving grandmother, an uncle and a cousin. With their support, she rose in power and was now a name of terror in the business world, Zhou Liying.

Zhou Liying, popularly known as Hitler or a heartless woman was a smart, shrewd and successful businesswoman. She was called heartless but she had a big heart, doors to which were opened only for her dear one.

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5 years back, he fell in love for the first time,

4 years back, he was separated from her when she was kidnapped.

Mu Yuehan was once a charming, happy-to-go boy. He lost himself when he lost her, the love of his life. Today, he was living like a zombie, holding onto the ray of hope that he would find her. He was a broken man. Only she could fix him. He was alive only for her.

“Where are you, TianTian? I miss you.” He lovingly looked at the photo in his hand. A tear fell from his eyes.

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“Boss, we found her. She is living with a new identity of Zhou Liying, CEO of Zhou corporations. ”

“Interesting.” Lips of Mu Yuehan tilted up in a doting smile when he looked at her latest photo. His heart started to beat fast like a bullet train. A giddy, boyish smile appeared on his face.

“I am so happy to have found you.” His voice was so soft that anyone could say he loved the lady in the photo more than anything.

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“Who are you?” Zhou Liying looked at Mu Yuehan as if seeing him for the first time.

“How can you forget about me? How can you forget only about me?” Mu Yuehan broke down when he realized that the lady he loved had forgotten all about him.

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Mu Yuehan was not the one to accept defeat in front of fate. Now, he was on a mission, 'make her fall in love with me, again.'

“What are you doing here?“

”Didn't I tell you, I am a parasite who is stuck with you!“

Tricks to pursue her:

- Showering her with gifts ✓

- Seducing her by using his body ✓

- Staying by her side 24/7 ✓

- Fighting against her attackers, to protect her ✓

- Being shameless ✓

What else is left?

Will Mu Yuehan be able to make Zhou Liying fall in love with him? Will Zhou Liying get her revenge on her ex soon to be fiance? What will be the hindrances coming in their love life?

To know the answers, peek inside the book: 'Wife loving husband: Husband, spoil me some more!'

Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.