Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling! - Chapter 271 - 270: Who Is My Uncle’s Partner?

“M... Marissa! Are they my kids?” Rafael's eyes weren't moving away from the adorable kids' faces.“No, Rafael. They are not,” Marissa said with a fake smile, “They aren't yours. Remember?” she batted her lashes quite dramatically, “We were never married!”Marissa Aaron’s elder sister Valerie Aaron jilted her blind boyfriend on her wedding day and ran off. For face-saving, Merissa's family pleaded to her to marry Raphael Sinclair.The irony? She was not allowed to tell her blind husband that she was not Valerie but Merissa Aaron.On the day of Raphael's successful eye surgery, Marissa got to know that Valerie was back to take her rightful place as Sinclaire’s daughter-in-law.Marissa tried explaining to her husband that she was the one married to him, but he did not believe her. Instead of any more convincing, heartbroken Merissa decided to leave the city without telling him, her secret.Raphael Sinclair was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous and was the only heir of the Sinclair group of industries.What would he do when he came to know that all this time the woman who offered him, her love and her body was not Valerie but her younger sister Marissa Aaron?How would he react when he came to know that he was the father of the babies Marissa was carrying in her womb?Would he go after Marissa and win her back?And the million-dollar question!Would Marissa ever be able to forgive him and love him again?

“I am humanity's last hope, torn by demons. The burden rests on me alone.”The sky drop in 2030. Black and white meteorites landed on Earth and set off forces not ready for human experience.The black stones brought corrupt practices and horrible mutations. Though at what expense the white stones provided gifts and comfort?The earth sank. Older borders disappeared. Once considered legends, creatures reappeared, and the first portals to hell opened in metropolitan areas.Among this anarchy, one power emerged singularly : The World Government.Though behind its words was total control, it promised peace and rebuilding.Born in this new order as a holy branch of the government under the charismatic man Klein Illias Seraphiel, the New Church emerged.Alleged Pope, praised as a prophet, but secretly known as a demon.Only one man stood against this new order : Kang Soo Jin.A rebel, falsely accused of many crimes he never committed. Captured, tortured, and executed.But before dying, he swore to return.Since then, rumors have spread. Kang Soo Jin will return, and it will not be for forgiveness.__________________________________________→ Tags :#Transmigration#R18 [ Violence – Gore – Dark Fantasy – Explicit...]#Overpowered#Tragedy#Post-Apocalyptic#Thriller#Mysterie

Mr. Sun Hao, please introduce yourself briefly!

Hmm…how should I say it?

It should be said that among writers, I am the best at singing; among musicians, I am the best at acting; among actors, I am the best at directing; among directors, I am the most handsome…

As far as our appearance is concerned, it doesn’t matter if it’s Xiaogang Yimou Kaige in China or Cameron Spielberg in Hollywood, one word, it’s all instant kills!

Uh… Mr. Sun, let me remind you weakly, “Seckill” seems to be two words! ?

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[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]“Fuck, still so tight.”That's the first thing I hear after dying.Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.I have objections, so many objections.My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.It gets so much worse when I learn his name.Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..“Round two?”And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.