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Today, a reincarnator who was a pretty girl suddenly looked for Lin Wu. "You are acquainted with the future me?" Lin Wu was incomparably curious. "In that case, would I strike it rich in the future? Is my wife beautiful? Am I famous?" "The future you...your wealth can rival nations, your name resounds everywhere underneath the heavens." "Wa, is this real?" "However, that's after your death." Lin Wu, "???"

Story about friends. edited by Swaning

A mother plans a beautiful hiking trip and picnic with her son. Well plans go sideways when an unexpected natural disaster strikes. This mother does everything she can to protect her child. But a day to embrace nature turns into a day to be fearful of nature. But is nature the only thing this mother has to worry about?

Cleara Wen Mercado a girl with so many problems but still stood her ground. Her life was just like a cycle but everything changed when the man in the golden half mask entered her life. Will she be saved? Or continue to fall like a fallen angel from the sky?

An arranged marriage, a powerful alliance. We had been in love for years, our wedding just around the corner. But Dante Moretti suddenly wanted a month to win back his first love, Ava. An ordinary girl who had long since left our world. He promised that if he could let her go, he would return to me, guilt-free, to fully commit to the alliance between our families. If he couldn't, then he didn't deserve me. I didn't argue. "Go, then," I agreed calmly. "A worthy heir can't afford to have a weakness." He left that very night, his excitement palpable. I immediately made an encrypted call. "Papa, the engagement is off. I'm heading to Milan to take over our operations there."

An explosion took my hearing the day I saved my fiancé, Marco Falcone. But at our engagement party, he announced he was in love with my sister, Isabella. Even my own parents told me to step aside. Then he stepped in. Dante Falcone. The Don. My ex-fiancé's powerful uncle. He offered me marriage. Protection. A new life. He said he’d loved me for a decade. I believed him. Five years later, a miracle. My hearing returned. I raced to my husband's study to tell him. But I stopped at the door. I overheard a conversation between him and his consigliere. "Once I've cleared all the obstacles for Isabella, I'll give her the entire East Coast shipping business." His consigliere chuckled. "The Donna would be heartbroken if she knew you only married her to keep her from harassing Marco and ruining Isabella's happiness." "She's deaf. She can't hear." My eyes burned, and my hands trembled at my sides, clenching into fists. So that was it. Five years of marriage, of feeling protected—all a carefully crafted lie for another woman. There was nothing left for me in this gilded cage. It was time to disappear from his world forever.

In my seventh year of marriage to Lorenzo Moretti, the Don of New York's Moretti family, I was in a car accident. The cruelest irony? I had just regained my hearing. Through the searing pain of steel twisting in my flesh, I managed to place a secure video call to Lorenzo. Before I could even form the signs to explain, I heard my best friend’s cloying voice. "Lorenzo, are you going to stay with me and our daughter tonight?" His face remained a mask of indifference as he signed that he was tied up with urgent family business and wouldn't be home, yet I heard him whisper tenderly to her, "Of course, baby!" A sharp, tearing pain seized my lower abdomen. I looked down to see bright red blood streaming from between my thighs. I frantically signed to him, my lips forming the words I couldn't speak, "Save the baby!" But Lorenzo ignored my pleas, ending the call abruptly. When I tried to call back, his number was blocked. I felt the last, faint flutter of my eight-month-old baby inside me, and then… nothing. He was gone. At that exact moment, a photo arrived on my phone from a private account. It was her and Lorenzo, celebrating their child's birthday. In the picture, the little girl was sweetly calling Lorenzo "Papa." Whatever was left of my heart incinerated. A surge of pure adrenaline and rage propelled me, and I dragged my mangled legs from the wreckage, crawling away just as the car exploded behind me. I stared at the soaring flames, wrenched the wedding ring from my finger, and hurled it into the fire. Then, I sent a message to my estranged father: "Father, I agree to come home and take over the Vacchiano family business."

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Two weeks before my thirtieth birthday, it was the seventh anniversary of my relationship with Ethan Grant. He prepared a romantic candlelight dinner for me, along with exquisite gifts and a small cake. The atmosphere was very romantic, and I thought he would propose to me at this time. Ethan Grant's phone rang, and he told me he was sorry, and that I should rest early tonight. I stood frozen in place, suddenly feeling that all the reluctance in the world was meaningless. He doesn't love me that much. Perhaps being together from the start was a mistake. I should let you go, and also let myself go.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!