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

Aria Grant was speaking in a low voice to Matt Andrews, afraid he might do something unusual.


After all, Aria felt that Director Jake hadn't done anything wrong. His discontent was voiced merely as words that did not pain her at all.


"Didn't you hear what he said about you? I couldn't stand it; how come you didn't react?"


Matt said, pressing close to Aria. He could tell Aria cared, so he lowered his voice so others couldn't hear them.


"Of course I know he's talking about me. But think about it, he's not wrong. This morning I was supposed to be here, but I couldn't make it due to an incident."


Aria wasn't there in the morning, but Director Jake wasn't idle either. He had planned other scenes, so what did Aria do wrong? It wasn't as if she left everyone waiting in vain.


"Okay, I got it. If you don't mind, I won't say anything more."


Chapter 293: Blizzards