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Wolfking's Wife Revenge

Aurora Carlsson was the envy of all, but overnight her life was turned upside down. Her boyfriend betrayed her, her sister committed suicide, her father was paralyzed, her company went bankrupt ...... These things made her suffer a series of blows, but she was not defeated, she chose to take it all. From this moment on, she lived for only one thing-- Revenge! She became a woman who would do anything for profit and sell her flesh in the eyes of the people. She seduced the most powerful man with all her seductive means. After a one-night stand, she found out that she had got laid with the wrong person, and this strange man had forcefully entered her life. "Who are you?" Asked Aurora Carlsson, staring at him viciously. The man with the different colored pupils smiled slyly, "Do you want to know?" Whoever you are! No one can stop me from getting married even if the sky is falling! On the day of the wedding, the video of the bride rolling with a strange man was made public, and the groom was the man in the video! After the irrevocable wedding, she thought the road to revenge would be difficult, but who knew it would be difficult to get out of bed. Aurora Carlsson tugged on the man's tie: "Even if you are a werewolf, I am not afraid of you!" The man's pupils lit up slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile, "No, I'm the wolf king." "Congratulations on becoming the wolf king's lovely wife."

MariosNikoleou · 青春言情
分數不夠
40 Chs

Dirty Look

Aurora was carried into the villa by Cyril in a imposing manner, and all the servants bowed their heads and pretended not to see it, and left one by one.

She was thrown onto the soft, tidy sofa, despite the bursts of pain coming from her wrists clutched by Cyril, she snickered behind Cyril's back. The smile on the corner of her mouth hid in the nook of the man's hot neck.

As expected, she deliberately asked Joy to take pictures and send them to Arvin to show off. She bet that Cyril would definitely show up, and she will win this bet.

To act, it must be true. She screamed in defiance and reluctantly called Cyril a rascal, only to be dragged up by Cyril, tearing her pleated skirt. The half-baring shoulders made her more charming.