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

It was just at a traffic light, and the driver quickly looked at the content on his phone, frowning after seeing it. It was just too strange—just now there were so many discussions, not only trending, but also so many people with question marks on their faces, even digging into who that man was. How could it all disappear so suddenly?


The driver was still looking at his phone when people behind started honking their horns; he looked up, saw it was green, and hurriedly put the phone aside.


"Did I just witness a miracle? I've never seen news wiped so clean so fast before. Who is behind Mallia Mamet, that they can wield such power! If I wasn't sure I had seen that video, I'd suspect a chunk of my world had been stolen away."


The driver muttered to himself, his voice low, filled with confusion, while George Flack sat behind him quietly listening, not saying another word.


The surface was calm, but inside there were tumultuous waves.


Chapter 414 Gossip in the Taxi_3