MTL - Urban Evil Doctor - Chapter 12 Uptown blonde

I never expected my life to change so drastically. One moment, I was a woman with dreams, deeply in love with a man I thought I’d spend my life with. The next, I was betrayed and heartbroken, walking in on him cheating without a hint of remorse.That night, overwhelmed with pain and too much alcohol, I made a reckless decision, a one-night stand with a stranger who, to my shock, turned out to be my new boss.Arec, the vice president of Denco Groups, was desperate. To secure his future as CEO, he needed a wife, and in a twist of fate, he offered me a contract marriage. It sounded absurd, but his desperation mirrored my own need to escape the wreckage of my life.It was supposed to be simple: no emotions, no strings attached. A business arrangement, nothing more. I thought I could handle it, that I could keep my heart out of it.I was wrong.What started as a deal quickly spiraled into something far more complicated. As our fake marriage blurred into real feelings, the world around us began to close in. Disapproving family, old enemies, buried secrets, scheming rivals, and even an attempt on my life threatened to tear us apart.This is my story, a journey of heartbreak, unexpected love, and a fight to protect what we built together. In a world filled with lies and deceit, can a marriage born out of necessity become something real?---

[The copy is too difficult to write]
Meng Xia is wearing a book, dressed as a substitute for the male protagonist Bai Yueguang in the book, a canary with a miserable fate
In order to change his fate, after recalling the plot, Meng Xia decided to hug Bai Yueguang, the male protagonist, the biggest boss in the book.
Ning Qingwan is beautiful and sassy, ​​and when it comes to Jiquan Tiancai, she is always indispensable.
One day, the little girl who looked exactly like her held a bunch of her supporters and asked her timidly, “Old…husband…are you in love.”
Ning Qingwan looked at the blushing little girl in front of her and couldn’t help teasing her, “What do you call me?”
【The small theater is too sweet】
Celebrities and amateurs’ love observation show “Fortunate to Met You” was launched, and Ning Qingwan was invited
The fans refused to tie up the CP, and they were arguing about it, but they found that her husband was always flirting with another female guest who looked like her, and the male guest became a background board.
Netizens asked: Am I looking at Ji with rotten eyes? How can I match my face?
Anonymous netizens replied: Thank you for the invitation [picture]
In the photo, Ning Qingwan held the face of someone else’s little girl, kissed her earnestly, and had a deep expression on her face.

【Eating Guide】
①The body is delicate and soft and easy to overthrow the innocent little soft and cute VS evildoer and paranoid sultry big guy Shuang Jie
②In the early stage, it was a two-way crush ~ big sweet and small abuse~~ ending he
③ There will be a mutual attack session, once (the old face is red: the kind of hands-on teaching)
④The character has no prototype, please do not substitute it ~ Anti-theft setting is 70%, 36 hours, if the subscription ratio is not enough, wait 36 ​​hours to see the new chapter ~ Wang Haihan.
【Highlight lightning protection】
①The author’s logic is useless, and all the plot characters are only for the sake of brainless sweetness, and I don’t like to be cautious. Decline the writing guide~ You are right
②The details can’t be detailed, and the comment area will not be enough to complain.

Content tags: A soft spot for entertainment, sweet text, through books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Meng Xia, Ning Qingwan ┃ Supporting role: “Never Forget GL” for advance receipt ~ Crab Crab ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: Ning Qingwan’s favorite dessert is Meng Xia
Intention: Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing

- Description from novelbuddy

Will people be conscious when they die? Yes, because I have experienced it.

Are there really ghosts in this world? Yes, because I am.

After borrowing the weight to give birth, He found out that he has a beautiful wife, sleep, still not sleeping?

- Description from MTL

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.