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Proper Heiress by Day, Motorcycle Girl by Night

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!
Cheng Xiaohuai · 2.7k Views

THE MAN WHO BROUGHT SPRING TO MY HEART

The drums were beating. The zurnas cried out into the night. People laughed, danced, and happily enjoyed the food being served. Joy filled the courtyard like a festival. In short… everyone was happy. Everyone except me. Especially my father. He drank and laughed with the satisfaction of a man who had just made a great deal. Selling his own daughter had filled him with a strange pride. He smiled at people, joked with them—perhaps more than he had ever smiled in his entire life. And me? What was my crime? What sin had I committed to deserve this? Was it my fate to be sold to a man older than me before I had even turned eighteen? A man who had barely a shred of humanity left in him. A twisted, useless man. But he had money. He had power. He had influence. And because of that, everyone bowed their heads before him. So this was life. This was the destiny written for me. Was I supposed to accept it without fighting? Without begging? Without even trying to escape? To live as the second wife of a man in his thirties who didn’t know the meaning of kindness? Before I even reached my mid-twenties, I would probably have three children. During the day, I would work in the fields, vineyards, and gardens. And at night… I would be expected to please the man they called my “husband.” I would serve his parents like a slave. And worse… I would probably end up serving his first wife as well—the woman he had already beaten half to death. Was this really my fate? My youth… My life… My body… My womanhood…
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