Zhao Kuankuan

The bride had run away and she was brought in to impersonate her, scoring a handsome husband for free. Her husband was rich, domineering, and had a great physique. Young and vigorous with plenty of strength! The boss wants to take advantage of her? Acquisition! Someone is bullying her? Blacklist! A car hit her? Smash it! "Honey, you're too violent." "I can't help it, I can't stand seeing others bully you." She was touched, thinking that happiness had arrived and that she could become Mrs. Ryan for real. Until one day, he packed her luggage for her. "Leave, she's back now." She hid her pregnancy diagnosis and left in style… Five years later, she returned home with her twins. All of a sudden one day, "Mommy, some scammer dared to impersonate our dad, we beat him up! We should be rewarded, right?" "Beat someone up? And still want a reward?" Who did these two little devils learn this violence from? Wait a minute? Their dad?... Sofia rushed to check, and who was locked in the restroom if not Mr. Ryan Gregory! Ryan Gregory roared, "How do you educate the kids!" Sofia raised an eyebrow, "I can’t help it, it's hereditary!"

Wife's Secret: A Billionaire in My House

His black eyes were deep and unfathomable, an abyss that she could never see through.


Yet, his gaze and expression were so genuine, they easily drew people into a perilous depth of sincerity.


Those were the kind of eyes into which one could easily become intoxicated, unable to extricate oneself—as if endowed with a strange magic, they beckoned you...


Sofia Hamilton forgot to avert her gaze, and her eyes were the kind that could easily cause a man to misunderstand.


Add to that the rosy flush of her cheeks after a bath, making her look exceptionally delectable and lovely.


Her pale, tender cheeks appeared so delicate that one could seemingly pinch water out of them, with pores so fine they were almost invisible to the naked eye, and the touch felt so stirring upon the palm.


She, fresh out of the bath, resembled a blooming lotus flower, awaiting his harvest.


Faint fragrances wafted through the air, utterly intoxicating to the senses.


Chapter 683: Nathan Morgan Lodges a Complaint (Part 4)_1