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My princess-complex roommate announced she was pregnant and demanded the whole dorm serve her.
My princess-complex roommate announced she was pregnant and demanded the whole dorm serve her. She said the baby’s father was the general manager of Guotai Group. I nearly fainted — because that was my brother. Then I found out she was wrong. The man was not my brother.
I was a hidden heiress acting as a maid in my first drama. The actress playing my mistress bullied me every day, claimi…
I was a hidden heiress acting as a maid in my first drama. The actress playing my mistress bullied me every day, claiming she was my brother’s girlfriend and the future boss lady of Universe Entertainment. Then I accidentally slept with the Best Actor — who happened to be my idol’s biggest rival.
My mother forced me to go on a blind date so she could sell me for bride price and buy apartments for my two brothers.
My mother forced me to go on a blind date so she could sell me for bride price and buy apartments for my two brothers. I arrived late, exhausted from overtime, and found my date standing by the window in a black suit.
I spent five years building my husband’s company. My family funded ninety percent of his startup.
I spent five years building my husband’s company. My family funded ninety percent of his startup. I drank through business dinners until my stomach bled. Then I heard him tell my cousin, “I never loved that woman. I will never let her have my child.” That same night, I miscarried.
Four years ago, my younger neighbor confessed to me before going abroad. I told him, “Little boys don’t understand love.
Four years ago, my younger neighbor confessed to me before going abroad. I told him, “Little boys don’t understand love.” Four years later, my fiancé dumped me, and that same boy came back as a 22-year-old marketing genius. I was drunk, heartbroken, and holding a leather collar from my women’s intimacy brand.
I was a custom doll maker. A billionaire paid me three hundred thousand to build a life-size doll of his comatose cousin.
I was a custom doll maker. A billionaire paid me three hundred thousand to build a life-size doll of his comatose cousin. I made the skin, the pores, the organs, everything. Then I went out to order the left eye. When I came back, the doll was gone.