Adult
Vulgar Romance
I was pregnant.
But I only wanted the baby, not the baby’s father.
With my belly about to become impossible to hide, I simply blocked him.
The very next day, though, he showed up outside my apartment and stopped me at my door.
When I saw his gaze settle on the swell of my stomach, I played it cool.
“What are you staring at? I just gained weight.”
At that, he looked at me like I was an idiot.
“Don’t worry. I don’t need any child support, and I won’t use this baby as an excuse to bother you. All you need to do is disappear completely-”
Before I could finish, he cut me off. “No.” “I want this child too.”
What to Do If My Husband Loses His Memory on Our Divorce Day?
The man who had been sleeping in a separate room from me for the past six months was standing there with a pillow in his arms when I blocked him at the top of the stairs.
“The two of us together aren’t even fifty yet. We’re at the age when we should be all over each other. Is sleeping in separate rooms normal?”
He frowned at me, staring so hard that cold sweat prickled down my spine.
At last, he nodded. “Mm. It isn’t very normal.” Emboldened, I snatched the pillow out of his arms and grumbled, “You never used to be like this.”
“What did I use to be like?”
“You used to hold me every night when we slept, and before bed you’d call me your little baby.”
“…Did I?”
“You did!”
Look at me. Do these look like the eyes of a liar?
What to Do if My Kept Mistress Is the Crown Prince?
I was a widow starved for a man.
While I was burning incense and praying for a good match, some villain broke into my boudoir.
I knocked him out with a vase.
Then I took a look and-oh. A beautiful man.
So I tied him up, hid him in my little courtyard, and had my way with him every day…
Later, he ran off.
When we met again, I knelt on the ground and stammered in terror, “Th-this humble woman greets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince…”
When the Alpha Husband Lost His Memory
It was the fourth year of my marriage to my rival Alpha.
He had been in a car accident and lost his memory, with his recollections stopping right before our wedding.
When he saw my wedding ring, his voice was laced with ridicule.
“Who was unlucky enough to marry you?”
Wolf and Summer Lychee
Chen Mu hated me.
Because I bullied and framed his precious childhood sweetheart.
Again and again, he saw through my schemes with cold eyes and watched me reap what I had sown.
“Bad seed,” he called me.
But when I kissed him in the dark, he panicked.
“Brother Chen Mu, shouldn’t a bad girl deserve a little punishment?”