Long Live The Master

【Free Book】Originally having a pitiful life story, all types of misfortunes befell her.
Who would have known that with the twist of fate, she, with a belly bulging with pregnancy, became the only heiress of a tycoon’s empire?
Five years later, she returns with her children, she is full of vengeance, quashing scoundrels.
However, that man who has always been sticking to her is so annoying.
Charlotte Thompson: "Mr. Battleson, please stay away! We divorced five years ago."
The man lined up a row of kids, "Let's remarry. The children need a daddy."
The kids were wide-eyed and unanimously said, "Daddy, you have to wait in line if you want to marry Mommy!"
...
The reporters reported that Mr. Battleson is crazily pursuing a poor, ugly, and divorced woman who has children.
Justin Battleson: "She's my wife. They're my children. I'm in the process of remarriage, asking for recognition."
The tycoon’s grandpa: "My granddaughter, my family's only heiress. She's rich."
Four top-level uncle bosses: "Our niece is young and beautiful.  Who is the blind one calling her ugly?"
Eight handsome elder and younger brothers: "Our sister is the top one strong person in the universe, who wears disguise everywhere she goes."
Charlotte Thompson: "..."
Can you guys please quiet down?
【Sweet + doted on by a group + cute kids + disguise + refreshing story, PS: The start is a bit depressing, bear with it!】

Three Treasures: Spoiled Wife Goes Wild

At that time, thunder and lightning were flashing outside the villa.


The man strode into the living room, loosely knotting his black tie, his eyes simmering with frightening bloodlust and hatred.


Annie Anne was curled up in the corner, her face sickly pale. A sudden flash of bright lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the entire room through thick curtains.


Annie Anne would never forget the expression on the man's face.


Disgust, loathing, and bone-deep hatred.


His ordinarily clear, attractive eyes were now fierce with bloodlust.


In the depths of the night, amidst the tearing, entangling, dead-like pain, Annie Anne's mind was terrifyingly clear.


On the messy bed, the man casually put on his clothes, then leaned over her from behind, his thin lips slightly arched, his voice devoid of warmth.


"Annie Anne, why isn't it you who's dead?"


Chapter 670: Why Isn't It You Who Dies?