Chocolate Gang

[As escaped bride x a cold and domineering CEO husband]

This was a risk that came at the cost of sincerity.

What would you do if your husband did not love you and hid secrets from you?

"Get out!" A deep and cold voice suddenly exploded in her ears, sounding especially unhappy.

“Get lost!” That person's voice was cold and sinister.

In the few years they spent time together, all he ever said to her was to harshly chase her away as if she were something dirty.

On the other hand, she chose to continue throwing herself into his arms because other than love, there were more important things awaiting her. She wanted to establish a horizon she could call her own.

Five years later, Aria Grant returned to the country to investigate the truth behind her sister's death. She even brought back the precious daughter born of him and her. After returning to the country, she found out that her elder sister's death was closely related to George Flack. To find out the truth behind her sister's death, what kind of entanglement would occur between the two? How would they choose between love and hate?


My Runaway Wife Is A Bigshot

George's bodyguards came over with several small envelopes. Dean took the envelopes and placed them in front of the paparazzi, based on the numbers marked on each envelope.


As the paparazzi looked at one another, Dean finished distributing the envelopes.


"Well, I'm buying your photos to prevent you from selling them to some magazine. These envelopes contain the money according to the number of photos on your cameras. You won't get more selling them elsewhere."


Then, Dean ordered the bodyguards to untie the paparazzi.


Watching the paparazzi check the money in the envelopes, their faces filled with excitement and joy, Dean squinted his eyes, and with a dangerous smile, warned them again.


"So, I hope you can forget what happened here today after receiving this money, otherwise..."


Dean didn't finish his words, but everyone present understood the implied threat and felt chills down their spine.


Cold sweat seeped from their foreheads as a heavy weight of tension filled the air.


Chapter 84: Being Photographed_3