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

Belly Wescott knew she was done for, she hadn't expected things to be exposed so quickly.


George Flack stared at the medicine in the housekeeper's hand, suddenly wondering if Dylan Flack was really Belly Wescott's child, why Aria Grant was so good to her own child, while she repeatedly poisoned her own flesh and blood.


"Do you know what kind of medicine this is?" George Flack took the medicine from the housekeeper's hand, and after looking at the name, his heart truly ached.


"It's... it's hormonal..." Belly Wescott recoiled in fear, she had read online that it could cause fever in children and that's why she gave it to Dylan.


George Flack pinched her face, forcing Belly Wescott to look at him: "Since you know, what did you give him this medicine for? Even a tiger wouldn't eat her children, aren't you afraid of divine retribution for doing such a thing?"


With each word he spoke, the strength in his hand increased.


Chapter 113: Even a Fierce Tiger Does Not Eat Its Own Cubs