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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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Slyvia’s motives

Mellisa didn't move, her blood seemed to be frozen.

She thought the wind in Surabaya is really colder than Jakarta. Otherwise, how could she possibly be trembling?

Mike got into the third car with Leila, while Lilia and Jean also got out of the car.

The man whispered a few words into Clifford's ear. Clifford then nodded and walked to the driving position. Seconds later, he started the engine and left the parking lot.

The car moved away, but Mellisa was still standing in her place.

As soon as Mike brought Leila into the backseat, the woman got up.

Even though she was still in pain, her eyes didn't look limp. Instead, they were full of expression. "Mike, where are we going..."

"Hospital. Does your stomach still hurt?" Mike hugged her, his eyes filled with worry.

While driving, Clifford glanced silently into the rearview mirror, and sarcasm surfaced on his poker face.