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My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

My dream will come true! Soon I will be arriving in Italy and appearing at the Milan Fashion Show! My photos will be published in all fashion magazines around the world! In the end, all my sacrifices and hard work will not be in vain! But why my dream become a nightmare!? Daddy suddenly invited me to meet a young CEO who was really arrogant. He said, for the sake of my family's business, I will become his future wife of the young CEO! I don't want to marry him! I don't even know, and don’t love him, but now I have to sacrifice my dream to become his housewife!? What about my dream? Are my efforts and sacrifices in vain? What does the world's most arrogant CEO want? Does he think money can buy love?

Renata99 · Urbano
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Not Smart at All

Sara's appearance ruined Lilia's mood. Jean could see the change in her expression and let go of her from his embrace. The man turned to gently grasping Lilia's hand to show his support.

Sara smiled kindly as she greeted her sister's friends. Her gaze fell on Lilia and she looked surprised to see Jean and Lilia's hands intertwined.

Lilia's eyes were fixed on Sara's smooth, flawless legs. Her lips lifted into a sinister smile. It seemed like Sara was tired of pretending to be a victim of a car accident.

Sara realized the meaning of Lilia's gaze and shifted beside Chris, trying to escape her suspicion and seeking support from him, "Chris, Grandpa's not good lately. When can you go home and visit him?" Sara asked, holding Chris's arm affectionately.

Chris frowned with an increasingly obvious irritation. He pulled his arm away and replied, "When I will come home is my business. It has nothing to do with you."

The smile on Sara's face vanished. She stood still, dejected with embarrassment on her face. She didn't expect Chris to be that cold towards her in front of everyone. It was already worse that it happened in front of the person she hated the most–Lilia.

Sara happened to see Lilia at this party and planned to boast about her identity as Chris Hartanto's sister, a close friend of Jean Widjaya, but she ended up embarrassing herself.

Lilia stared coldly at Sara before turning to Jean, "I'll go outside and get some air." She said while pulling off her hand.

Jean understood the irritation in Lilia's eyes and nodded. He took his fiancée's arm again, "I will keep you company." He said while returning the champagne glass in Lilia's hand to the passing waitress.

The two of them walked out into the hotel garden, ignoring Sara's gaze that was filled with disbelief. When both of them were gone, Sara tugged at Chris's sleeve, "Brother Chris, does President Jean have a romantic relationship with Lilia Pangestu? Did she seduce President Jean too?"

Sara knew that Chris was a childhood friend of the Widjaya Family's fourth son and their friendship still continued to this day. She assumed Chris would know if Lilia had a scandal with Jean.

Tom and Alex then silently exchanged glances. The two of them reached the same conclusion; this woman was not that intelligent.

Chris drained the champagne glass in his hand and stared coldly at his little sister, "Watch your mouth. Does working in the entertainment world damage your brain?"

Sara's face paled and she took a step back. How could she forget that Chris's kindness was just a mask? The man hid his cold and cunning personality behind that mask.

Sara knew Chris's patience was running out and she immediately found an excuse to escape from there. Deep down inside, she couldn't accept this embarrassing situation. One day she would make Lilia and Chris regret their arrogance.

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The garden was wide and filled with refreshing green plants. There was a footpath carved from natural stone leading to an artificial pond in the center of the garden. Lotus plants floated over the clear surface of the pond. The light from the garden lights made the atmosphere feel magical.

Lilia cautiously walked down the path. Her high heels treaded lightly and the skirt of her dress swung gently with each step. She looked like an angel in human form.

Jean followed behind her, walking his steps steadily.