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Shi Yang falls in love with her best friends (Jean) boyfriend Yori(who is also her best friend). To keep her friendship safe she hides her feelings and shuts herself out to the rest of the world. Four years later her friends have invited her to their wedding and she has to attend. She decides that she no longer wants to feel this way so she gets plastic surgery and ends up going to the wedding with her plastic surgeon as her date.

[Mature Content Warning] Sitting down in front of her television, Selma Walsh watches in horror and disgust as a former classmate's name is broadcasted in the weekly execution schedule. Growing up in the New American Coalition has conditioned Selma to seeing these atrocious acts as just normal occurrences, no matter how terrible they are. However, seeing the name of someone she once loved leaves her feeling truly afraid of her fate. Centuries after the 5th World War has left most of the United States uninhabitable, the NAC remains as the only safe haven for human life in Eastern America. However, with fanatical leaders left wishing and romanticizing life before the Darkness, strict laws were placed. Now, once a child becomes an adult, they are expected to be married and to immediately start a family. Those that are not, are conscripted into the military for skirmishes in areas outside of the safe havens. All for the betterment of humanity.

Yan Mu and Lu Yancheng's marriage began as a business alliance. After three years of marriage, the two still failed to cultivate love. Yan Mu decided to cut her losses and filed for divorce. Lu Yancheng remained silent for a moment before signing the divorce agreement, just as calmly and hastily as when she decided to marry him. Yan Mu was glad that she had made the right choice and was planning to celebrate her impending single status with her best friend. A car accident caused her to lose seven years of memory, and when she woke up, she found a handsome and noble, with an outstanding personality, and claiming to be her husband, strange man in the hospital. Her best friend explained to her: "Your husband is the heir to the top Lu family in Beicheng!" He knew every detail of her habits and took care of her meticulously. Even her best friend was amazed and said, "No wonder you have such an affectionate heart." Yan Mu looked at her doubtfully, "Really?" Her best friend listed all the incidents of her "love brain" and said, "Believe me, you love her very much!" —— Yan Mu still had some doubts and felt that she wouldn't fall in love with such a dull old-fashioned person like Lu Yancheng. After several tests, she found that her friend was probably right. Not long after, Yan Mu felt that the time was ripe and she asked the person in question, Lu Yancheng, for confirmation, "Were our feelings good in the past?" Lu Yancheng narrowed his eyes and ignored the signed divorce agreement, smiling calmly: "Not bad." It was indeed so. After confirming that their feelings were stronger than gold, Yan Mu stopped pretending and looked at the rain on the ground, revealing her spoiled and clingy nature, warning him: "There's water on the ground, it might wet my shoes." This was a sign for him to hold her. Lu Yancheng understood her subtext and helplessly raised his corner of the mouth, unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt, and bent down to pick her up. —— For a long time after their marriage, Lu Yancheng and Yan Mu maintained a respectful and courteous relationship, except in the bedroom. For Lu Yancheng, this was great, as it met his requirements for marriage. He never thought that Yan Mu would want to divorce him. Nor did he expect that after losing her memory, Yan Mu would become a spoiled and demanding little girl. Nor did he expect that, compared to their previous respectful and courteous relationship, he was more accustomed to her sitting on him, kissing him and ordering him around, and calling him "husband" in a soft voice. 1. Love after marriage like a sweet cookie, sweet and delicious 2. Memory loss plot, the female protagonist will regain her memory later 3. Stoic old-fashioned guy X温柔 demanding girl Content tag: Urban Rich Family Romance - Highland Flower Marries After Love Main characters: Yan Mu, Lu Yancheng Others: One-sentence summary: Rich family marriage - love after marriage, sweet and delightful Theme: True love is supreme

[Warning: Mature Content] Tags: Regression, Beastmen, Beauty, Monsters, Futuristic Doomsday, Storage Space In every era—be it an ancient dynasty or a modern nation—the collapse of the world has often been blamed on beauty. A single smile that toppled a city. A single face that ruined a kingdom. All hastened by a hero's obsession. But what if— What if, for some absurd and ill-fated reason, the end of the entire world began right after a girl’s plastic surgery? The 31st century. An era of advanced civilization and cutting-edge technology. Who could have imagined that such a future would be swallowed overnight by something wild, savage, and primitive? Seo Hyejin had lived what most would call a perfect life. She came from a powerful family. She possessed a naturally beautiful face. Someone so dazzling that people once crowned her the Nation’s Crush. And yet, the reason she chose to alter her face—to carve it, refine it, and replace what heaven had given her with something artificial— Was not vanity. Nor insecurity. It was a reason no one would ever think of. As if it was a curse she quickly wanted to get rid after regressing. Say, the world will rot and end by tomorrow. How could a sane person take care of appearances instead of stocking supplies? "Seo Yoojin... Do you also think your sister is crazy?" SY: ... Hmm. Good. *Thumbs up* (My future wife can't be bullied but fighting Noona also means courting death. At worst, I'll have to give up marriage to take of a tiger and dedicate my youth peeling shrimps. Ha... The youngest's life is woeful.)

My partner, Romeo Armstrong, prided himself on being a Silicon Valley "innovator." On our tenth anniversary, I gave him the first-edition Silver Surfer comic he'd always dreamed of. In return, he gave me a cheap sweatshirt emblazoned with his company's logo. "This has more meaning than some material gift, Avalon. It’s about 'team spirit,' about the mission! You're part of it now!" To "make it up to me," Romeo promised to throw me a "disruptive" engagement party. He even invited my family. We arrived at the art gallery he'd booked, full of excitement, only to find a few cases of craft beer and a stack of red plastic cups. "You know I hate extravagance. Avalon, you're grabbing the catering, right? This is a true partnership. We're disrupting the wedding industrial complex!" The smiles on my family's faces froze. I could only manage a tight, desperate smile, trying to hold the evening together. But the moment I swiped my card to pay for the food, my banking app pinged. Our joint house fund—all two hundred and fifty thousand dollars—had just been emptied. At that same moment, Romeo's childhood friend, Sarah Nash, posted a video of a champagne tower on her Instagram. "I told Romeo I wanted to celebrate my app launch, and he booked the most expensive venue in the city and hired a top DJ! When a man truly believes in your dream, he'll bet everything on you! Real innovators know how to build an empire for their queen!" My fingers tightened around my phone. I looked at Romeo, the man who was always going to change the world, and I was just so tired of playing along.

Paul had plastic surgery to look like Crook and imprisoned Crook. From then on, all the women in Crook's life, including his girlfriend and secretary, were at Paul's disposal. This also included Crook's wealth and secrets...

this story is about how Sarah , a school topper, a popular fun teenager ends up being a house wife and a mother at the age of 19 , and how she copes up with the changes in her life.

My husband is a perfectionist. To cater to his aesthetic preferences, I've undergone plastic surgery, breast augmentation, and leg lengthening surgery. By the time my husband complained about my lack of a high forehead, I had already had 19 plastic surgeries. For my 20th plastic surgery, I went in for forehead augmentation. After the surgery, I overheard his conversation with the doctor. "CEO, Miss Winters has already had 20 surgeries. Every part of her body has been altered. Any more surgeries could be life-threatening!" "But she still doesn't compare to Melody. Natural beauty is still the best." My husband's cold words extinguished my romantic fantasies. It turns out it wasn't that I wasn't beautiful enough, but that I didn't look like his true love. For my 21st surgery, I had all the implants removed. I changed my name and started my life over.

On the day of Zoran's pharmaceutical company's IPO, I was back in the hospital for another skin graft due to an infected ulceration on my burn-injured face, as I couldn't afford treatment. Zoran video called me: "How does it feel to be abandoned now, after choosing a wealthy heir Elias for money back then?" He noticed I was in the hospital: "What are you getting fixed this time? You plastic surgery freak." I forced a laugh through the pain: "Mr. Carlisle, this time I'm hoping for a skin transplant." He scoffed and hung up. But what he didn't know was that I wasn't there for plastic surgery. Three years ago, in that fire, I traded half my face to save his life.

I married into the Montgomery family on the same day as my best friend. She married the powerful, ruthless CEO who holds the reins of Asteria City, while I married his cold-hearted, seemingly gentle younger brother. On Thanksgiving Day, their first love underwent a botched plastic surgery, and the brothers believed it was our doing—intentional sabotage. My best friend's domineering husband ruined her face and then discarded her like trash, leaving her to rot in a beggar's den under an overpass. "Vera’s face is ruined! You won’t keep yours either!" he shouted. "Even if her face is destroyed, to me, she’s still the most beautiful little angel. If you want to ruin her, I’ll ruin you first!" his brother retorted fiercely. When I heard the news of my best friend's tragedy, my heart shattered. I blacked out, overwhelmed with grief. While I was being taken to a clinic for an IV drip, my husband secretly swapped my glucose for sulfuric acid. "Heh, let’s see how you like the pain of a medical mishap! This is how I’ll heal Vera’s emotional wounds!" he sneered. A few days later, their anger finally subsided, and they decided to let us off the hook. "Have those two women crawl out and apologize to Vera!" they demanded. But how could two corpses ever apologize?