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Wanda E. Pangestu, examines various foreigner weddings as a reference for her novel to be published in the near future. Unexpectedly, out of the many parties that were held that day, Wanda infiltrated the wedding without the bride and ended up replacing the bride!                                ****       Wanda Elka Pangestu is a writer whose identity is kept secret for the convenience of everyday life, there is no special reason other than that. For the sake of the final stage of her novel to be published in the near future, Wanda is required by the script editor to look for clues about the wedding to complete the final part of the novel.       As a professional writer, Wanda has infiltrated several weddings. One, two, three weddings she attended without an invitation were not enough, so she infiltrated the wedding again, which turned out to be quite luxurious, and to make matters worse, there was no bride!       Wanda, who was aware of the absence of the bride, never thought that she would be made the bride by the groom, who was eventually discovered to be Bryant Nathanael Ethan. After being asked for help, which was more of a coercion and agreement, Wanda agreed. Wanda would act like a normal wife and in return Bryant would do some romantic things at Wanda's request for inspiration for Her novel.

I am a twenty-three-year-old woman with heart disease. Recovery is impossible. I was born prematurely with an unstable heart condition. Since childhood I have had a weak body, I can't do this and that. Just lie down and read a book. When i was nineteen years old. Just when the doctor said my condition was getting worse. I spent time in my room and wrote a novel on a novel reading app. Create a novel with the main character who is beautiful and happy with her family. The main male character is the son of an emperor who becomes a slave because of a tragedy. The story is cliché. Filled with a sweet love story like my dream. I write with pleasure because all this is my dream. Everything that is typed is an unfulfilled dream. Every word that exists is the hope of my life. The perfect life of the female main character is a very sweet dream. It feels like changing positions to become Clathria Vance, who lives happily. But... "Huh! Even here, I am living the life of a stupid, weak girl." My breath kicked up some dust. I had entered this dreamy novel world, but not as Clathria. But as Lilyana Van Breac. A powerful mage. No, no. Lyana is not actually a gifted witch. She became a great sorceress because of her pact with the devil. Her family are natural witches. The oldest brother has the power of fire, the second brother has the power of earth, and the third brother has the power of controlling plants. And Liana? He was just trash who didn't have any power in people's eyes. Therefore, Lyana took the blood of her three siblings, surrendered to the devil, and became a realm controller of the five elements. "Two more elements destruction bonus from the devil." Lyana, a powerful witch, becomes a cruel, cold-hearted woman. That's why he died in such a horrible way. "I think I support what Lyana did as revenge for her wound. It's like the male lead taking revenge on Lyana and her family. It's a little unfair, though. But the plot is like that. But I made up the plot myself. Hah, base,"Lyana dies as a result of the devil's pact and the male lead's attack, which turns her to ashes. After that, Her spirit was also locked and tormented in hell. Creepy. When I first came to this world, I wanted to live a quiet life with a good mother, Lyana, to live as I should. But I changed my mind, I don't want to die in ashes. Because now I am the one in Liana's position. "If I hadn't made a pact with the devil, it wouldn't have happened. If I hadn't been greedy, everything would have been fine. After all, this Lyana character actually has a power that awakens really late." "Just wait for the power to awaken, yes, the point is that I have power. And also to be able to live comfortably. Although it is often compared to the strength of the three bullies." I lie down on a used mattress. A cramped toilet, even worse than the maid's quarters. "Lilies?"The soft voice greeted my ear. "Mother?" I rose to see the figure of a beautiful woman smiling softly. She carried a tray of food in her hand. "Let us eat." I approached the beautiful woman, whose name is Sicily. The beautiful woman who became my mother, the only person who appreciates my presence. She was simply the concubine of Grand Duke Breac. "Next time, don't be disobedient,"Sicily whispered to me. She is a good mother. Unfortunately, Sicily's life is not long. Soon this beautiful and kind woman will die because of a journey to the north, an area famous for its eternal snow. I've just been punished. It was because I defended myself against the accusations of Gisella Van Breac, the third brother. "I am innocent, Mother." Sicily sighed. He stroked my golden white mane,"You know,"she replied. "You want me to accept the mistakes I didn't make?" "Isn't that better than being punished like this?" asked Sicily. "No, I would never do that. I would not want to accept someone else's mistakes as mine." Sicily wore a sad face. "Daughter,"she called out. I let out a small sigh. Then I hugged her. Sicily worried about me out of pity. But who wants to give in to something that doesn't make sense. "I heard Father brought some people from outside?" I asked. "Yes." I stared out the window. Holding a cup of hot tea. This is already the beginning. The beginning of the torture of the male protagonist. Gerald Del Variano.

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land. I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust. When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor. "Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier." My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back. How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers? I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit. "MARRY ME. NOW. $1 MILLION."

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him. It was all a lie. No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way. But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret. Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

Antonela was left at the altar by Benjamin, a mysterious billionaire she had never met. Devastated by the most humiliating heartbreak of her life, she went to a bar, where she met a strikingly handsome stranger and, in a moment of impulsive passion, gave herself to him completely. Days later, she discovered that she was pregnant. Worse still, when she finally met Benjamin in person, she realized that the man who had left her at the altar was the very same man she had encountered at the bar. Pregnant and alone, rejected even by her own family, Antonela had no choice but to leave town to have her child in peace. Three years later, her world was turned upside down again when her mother passed away suddenly, forcing her to return to her hometown. There, she crossed paths with Benjamin once more. Now, he was engaged to her sister, and Antonela found herself struggling to keep her secret, determined to keep the truth hidden-that Benjamin was the father of her child.

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

Veronica Demoore was the girl everyone despised. Mocked for her weight, humiliated for her grades, and crushed beneath a brutal home life, she lived every day as the target of ridicule-until the day she couldn't bear it anymore. The world thought Veronica died that night. But when she opens her eyes again. someone else is looking through them. Savanna. A woman once raised in the shadows of a powerful organization. A genius trained to survive, manipulate, and dominate. In her previous life, she had wealth, intelligence, and strength. In this one, she has none of those things-only Veronica's broken body and shattered reputation. But weakness is temporary. Bullies who once laughed at Veronica soon discover the girl they tormented is no longer the same. Her mind is sharper. Her gaze is colder. And the quiet girl they used to push around now carries a dangerous confidence. As Savanna begins transforming Veronica's life piece by piece-losing weight, exposing enemies, and rising to the top of the school-the truth behind her rebirth slowly unfolds. Because Savanna didn't die by accident. And the people who killed her are still out there. This time, she won't be their victim. This time- she's coming for everything.

On our third anniversary, I stood outside a luxury restaurant, holding a limited-edition watch for my husband, Liam. Through the window, I saw him intimately wiping cream from the lips of his first love, Clara. Just as I realized the diamond bracelet on her wrist was the one he lied about, a violent cramp ripped through my eight-month pregnant belly, and blood soaked my dress. "Liam... I'm bleeding," I gasped into the phone in agony. "I'm not falling for these games," he coldly replied, hanging up as Clara laughed in the background. I almost died on the operating table during an emergency C-section, spending my first night as a mother completely alone. While my premature daughter fought for her life in the NICU, Liam was busy sleeping with Clara, eventually bringing her to my home to wear my bathrobe and drink from my glass. When my best friend confronted him, he confidently claimed I was just throwing a tantrum on a Caribbean vacation. He couldn't even recognize me when we crossed paths right in the hospital hallway. The man I loved was dead to me. He later called, demanding I come home to play the perfect pregnant wife for an important family dinner. I didn't cry, and I didn't ask for a simple divorce. Instead, I strapped on a hyper-realistic silicone pregnant belly and smiled. If they wanted the devoted, pregnant Sterling wife, I would give them the performance of a lifetime before burning their world to the ground.