Marilyn had no idea that being sold as a Slave girl from the North would change the direction of her whole life totally.Marilyn was just a young teenager growing up in the secluded Island in the Northern Kingdom. Her mother had died when she was six years old and she had spent the most of her life growing up with her very evil stepmother who hated her and usually treated her like a servant.Her father was the only one who loved her but most times, her stepmother and older stepsister, Kate ( her s

Mr. Li dotes on his wife like his life, and dotes on his little demon wife to the point of being outrageous. Whatever Ye Ling wants, Mr. Li will give it to her with both hands. When Ye Ling abuses a scumbag, he helps to step on her. When Ye Ling is a traitor, he helps to accompany her, and makes her run around in circles. When Ye Ling wants to learn how to start a company, he throws his company to her to play with. When Ye Ling wants to enter the entertainment industry, he finds movie emperors and movie queens to play supporting roles for her and makes her a big star... Everyone knows that Mr. Li dotes on his wife, the best in the three realms! One day, the little cute baby pointed at the white fox tail behind his buttocks and asked innocently: "Daddy, daddy, why don't you have a tail behind your buttocks, but the baby has a tail?" Mr. Li pointed at Ye Ling and said: "Ask your mother..."

So many travelers passed by on the road where she was strolling alone. Love was straining her so much that she had no choice but to stop.

Shah Zain was holding her with one hand while opening his shirt button with the other hand. Meanwhile, he didn't let Minal separate from him for a moment."Shah Zain please, it's not right time, it's too early."She was trying hard to control her unsteady condition, but who was listening to her?"Nothing is early Minal.... and today you can't stop me..... because today you himself come close to me."He picks her up in his arms and lays her on the bed. He bends

Introduction:I hold a secret deep in my heart鈥擨 have loved Edward Thompson for nine years. In my youth, I often followed him. As I grew older, I finally became his wife. However, he never gave me love, not even a bit of pity. I tempted him with divorce and the power of the Smith family to have a romance, but he remained unmoved. He will never remember the anxious and cautious young girl who once followed him. It wasn't until after our divorce that I realized the deep affection was just self-infatuation. I didn't even know until my death鈥攖hat the man I loved, as gentle as the breeze and the bright moon, was never him. I had mistaken him from the beginning. The so-called deep love, the so-called devotion, was nothing but self-deception.