Aliya's Shoes - Chapter 318: Festival (18)

After years of longing, Mu Chenyan was finally going to marry the man of her dreams — Yuan Xuan. However, on her wedding day, the tragic death of Shu Qinger, her well-known romantic competitor led to Mu Chenyan’s prison sentence.

Batman: “You can't deny that your brother, Superman, brought about Zod. The two of them battled and nearly destroyed half of Metropolis. Countless people perished in that disaster—do you want to take a look at the list of casualties that could drown a person?”David: “He was adopted.”The Flash: “Why don't you step up like your brother and lead the heroes on the front lines to protect the world?”David: “I don't possess the same kind of power as he does.”Wonder Woman: “Are you saying that when Superman was punched by Doomsday, you would've gone up there and given Darkseid a round of military combat?”...Transcending into the DC world, David finds himself becoming the newborn son of Superman's foster parents, gaining the Thanos template at birth. Moreover, by influencing the emotions of plot characters, he can accelerate the fusion of templates and unlock new ones?The Hephaestus template—loaded. The template of a million stellar sentinels—loaded! The template of the divine Celestial Arbiter Arithm—complete Phoenix Force template, Golden Planet Devourer template...

An alternate world where demons and aberrations lurk in the shadows, and martial arts reign supreme.It is the twilight years of the Great Yu Dynasty. Officialdom is utterly corrupt, aristocratic families have fractured the realm, martial sects operate as independent powers, and demonic cults and monster factions run rampant. Coupled with endless years of natural disasters, the common people are left desperately struggling just to survive—In such turbulent times, even wishing for a quiet, peaceful life is an absolute luxury.Fortunately, Chen Cheng awakened his past-life memories and obtained a Martial Arts System. With the system’s help, his martial arts cultivation flowed as naturally as water finding a channel—completely devoid of any bottlenecks.Even the profound realms of technique that unparalleled geniuses struggled desperately to comprehend were, in Chen Cheng’s eyes, nothing more than a progress bar waiting to be filled through diligent practice!Step by step, Chen Cheng rises against the tide!

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.