MTL - In which the System Torments the Protagonists: My Wife is My Life! - Chapter 31

The fake heiress was sent back to the slums. Her biological father was addicted to alcohol, her biological mother was addicted to gambling, and her biological younger brother dropped out of school at a young age due to an obsession with gaming.Sang Ning brought her whole messed-up family onto a variety show. The real heiress's family showcased a tear-jerking, heartwarming picture, while her family was staging daily dramatic soap operas.On the day before the variety show recording, Sang Ning's biological mom openly flirted with a young male idol. Her younger brother mocked their biological father for being old and unattractive, claiming he deserved to be abandoned. In a fit of rage, her father smashed his brother’s headphones.Brother: “Damn it, I spent a whole month collecting trash to afford these!”And thus, the whole family ended up fighting.When the show officially started recording, Sang Ning's father took the top male star’s father to a villager’s house to freeload some alcohol, drinking to intoxication. Sang Ning's mother dragged a popular idol’s grandmother to a mahjong table, losing even her underwear. Sang Ning's brother pointed at her nose and cursed, “I’d rather jump off a cliff than keep studying!”Later, at Sang Ning’s wedding to a business mogul, the sharp-eyed reporters noticed something unusual about the Sang Family members.Mr. Sang had become an intangible cultural heritage master in woodworking industry.Mrs. Sang had won the championship in the latest Chef Showdown.Wasn’t Sang Ning’s younger brother this year’s provincial science champion?When asked about the secret to their turnaround, the Sang Family all looked simultaneously at the radiant bride on stage, their hearts filled with mixed emotions...Perhaps the only thing standing between failure and success is having a crazy genius like Sang Ning.[1v1 exclusive romance + quirky characters + brainless, overpowered story]

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?

“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.

“My only regret was.. living like a puppet for my sister!”Olivia Witherland had no one but her sister in this world. So when her sister Oriana married the duke of Aykroyd and became the duchess, she had no choice but to follow her there. Despite knowing that her sister had killed the previous duchess and going to harm the child left behind, she kept her eyes closed. But when the child grew up as Demon,he killed everyone including her and the innocent kids, Oriana gave birth to.Olivia regretted that her silence had harmed not only Damon but her innocent nephew and niece. Everyone was killed, but the killer lived a hollow life too.But fate gave her a second chance. Would she be able to save everyone or would destiny play a cruel game again?