Webfic
Open the Webfic App to read more wonderful content

All

Four Babies, One Bombshell: I'm Not the Father
I have been dating my girlfriend Vivian White for five years, but we have never even held hands. One day, I somehow get drunk after just one glass of beer. Alcohol makes me lose my inhibitions, and I sleep with her. A month later, she tells me that she is pregnant with quadruplets. Soon, we get married. I give her a wedding gift of five million, and I add her name as co-owner of the house and car. I also sign a voluntary gift agreement to give her all my savings. Her condition worsens with every passing day, and her stomach becomes the size of a huge pumpkin. The doctor advises us to reduce the number of fetuses, but I object resolutely. "Every single one is a treasure to us. I can't bear to lose any of them. My mother said that if Vivian gives birth, she'll give her ten million for each son and five million for each daughter. She'll even give us a five-storey villa with a garden." I deliberately say all that because I accidentally overhear a conversation between Vivian and her friend, Michelle Lawson. "Rowan is now perfectly willing to raise my four babies, and he's transferred the house and the car to me. I'll even be able to get four separate sums of child support in the future. "I may even be able to marry into an elite family thanks to the quadruplets. After all, the more children I have, the higher my chances." It turns out that none of the four babies she is carrying are mine. In fact, they all have different fathers.
Farewell to a Heart That Was Never Mine
Known in circles as a seductress, Jasmine Booth has red lips that are curved in a teasing smile and eyes that draw one in. Caesar Snee is the most outstanding heir of a powerful family. He's cold and restrained, like an untouchable gem sitting atop his throne.No one would ever guess that these two polar opposites secretly tangle in the backseat of a Maybach late at night, claw at each other in the restroom of a charity gala, and lose control in front of the windows of a private vineyard.Each time, her legs go weak as he grips her waist and has his way with her.After yet another night of indulgence, the sound of running water echoes from the bathroom. Jasmine leans against the headboard and calls her father."I can marry that dying Schuman of Southmere as a bride, but I have one condition."On the other end, her father can barely hide his joy. "Name it! As long as you're willing to marry him, you can have anything you want!""I'll explain everything when I'm home." Her voice is soft and sweet-sounding, but her gaze is icy cold.Just as Jasmine ends the call and reaches for her clothes, she catches sight of Caesar's laptop left open beside her. A WhatsApp message glows on screen, sent by a woman saved under the name "Sabrina"."Caesar, there's thunder. I'm so scared…"Jasmine's fingers tremble as she reads this.The bathroom door swings open, and Caesar walks out. Water drips from his collarbone, and his shirt is casually unbuttoned at the top. His usual restrained demeanor is now laced with a touch of languid carelessness."Something happened at work. I have to go," he says, voice still cool and distant as he picks up his suit jacket.Jasmine curls her lips slightly. "Is it really work, or are you going to see your first love?"
No Longer a Pushover
In Noelle Liddell's past life, she obeyed her brothers' every command. Yet they exploited her and stepped all over her pride so they could dote on Xenia Quigley, their fake sister. Noelle is their birth sister, yet she ultimately dies after being kicked out of her home. After being reborn, Noelle follows one principle—she stops being such a Good Samaritan, and she's not going to forgive or make up with her brothers. They can go do whatever they want as long as they leave her alone. Her eldest brother, Donovan Liddell, wonders why his health has deteriorated recently. It's because Noelle doesn't bring him his medication and supplements anymore. Her second brother, Frank Liddell, wonders why his company's firewall keeps acting up. It's because Noelle doesn't maintain it anymore. Her third brother, Carl Liddell, wonders why the development of the new drug is going so slowly. It's because Noelle isn't testing it anymore. Her fourth brother, Blake Liddell, wonders why the scripts he's getting are so horrible. It's because Noelle isn't writing them anymore. Her fifth brother, Wyatt Liddell, wonders why his prosthetic limb is so terrible. It's because Noelle isn't producing them anymore. Her sixth brother, Lucas Liddell, wonders why his team lost. It's because Noelle quit. The six men grovel at Noelle's feet and beg for her forgiveness. "Come home, Nelly. Blood is thicker than water—we're a family!" Noelle sneers. "You only know that you're wrong after everything's gone to shit. Sorry, but I'm not going to forgive any of you!"
Three Short Sticks: A Betrayal of Love
Ethan Cooper is the youngest director in Fernwick. He looks cold and distant all the time, and he's very decisive whenever he acts. Everyone knows him as a fair and just man who cannot tolerate the slightest wrongdoing. In order to stay by his side, Iris Whitman personally tears the admission letter to the prestigious Vantrel University during her senior high school year. Instead, she fills in the name of the law school Ethan is studying at. After graduating from university, Iris uses all of her connections just to join the FBI field office where Ethan works. In Iris' first year, the field office decides to distribute dangerous missions by having everyone draw lots for the very first time. There are two sticks, with one long and the other short. Whoever gets the short stick will have to take on the mission. Iris gets the short stick. So, Ethan dispatches her to infiltrate a cross-border human-trafficking organization as a spy. In Iris' fourth year, everyone has to draw lots again. With trembling fingers, Iris draws the short stick once again. Her mission is to arrest drug dealers overseas. In Iris' sixth year, the lot-drawing session greets her once again like an unshakable curse. As she stares at the familiar short stick lying in her palm, she lets out a chuckle all of a sudden. This time, Ethan intends to dispatch her to Averlain to investigate a major corruption case. Iris has drawn the short stick three times in six years. All she gets in return is countless scars on her body, the destruction of her family, as well as betrayal.
You Chose Betrayal? Too Late—I’m Done With You
This is the 99th time Jacqueline Blanchett clears up the mess after the most eligible bachelor and rising businessman of Caelora, Hayden Gardner, had a wild night with another woman.After she is done, she makes a call. "I want to go back to being a field doctor. I won't return unless I die."The man on the other end of the line sighs heavily. "All those years ago, you only went there so that you would have the necessary funds for Hayden's surgery. You nearly lost your life out there! It's barely been half a year since you reunited with him… Are you sure you won't regret this?"Jacqueline looks at her haggard reflection in the mirror and smiles bitterly.She comes from a long line of doctors. After her parents' untimely death, she raised her younger sister, Penelope Blanchett, alone.She could have taken up a job in Caelora's best hospital after graduating from medical school. However, she chose to become a field doctor. Even when a bullet pierces through her thigh and an explosion takes away one of her arms, she never regrets her decision.But now…"I won't regret it. Send a car for me in ten days."Jacqueline hangs up and picks up the condoms scattered across the floor with her prosthetic arm.In the past six months, Hayden brought different women home every single night. He made Jacqueline listen to their passionate lovemaking right outside the room and had her clean up after them. He even demanded she prepare contraceptives for his lovers.All of this is payback for Jacqueline's supposed betrayal back then.
Previous page
1
2345
•••
45Next page

© Webfic, All rights reserved

DIANZHONG TECHNOLOGY SINGAPORE PTE. LTD.