Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man - Chapter 1371 - : Little Secret

“Shying away from your wifely duties, little wife?” He questioned in a husky voice, lowering his face to hers.Ariel quickly turned her head away, “No, Mr. Chaz, you're misunderstanding me again,” She voiced quietly.Aiden scoffed, not believing her. He looked down at his chest and found her slim hand still placed against it.“You're quite corny, Ariel. Saying you don't want me, yet you're hands are all over me,” Aiden whispered in her ear.***After overhearing her father and stepmother planning how they were going to marry her off in place of her Stepsister to the unsuccessful son of their debtor. That night, Ariel plans her run away, but that same night, Ariel mysteriously gets kidnapped.Waking up to discover she'd been kidnapped by the same people she was trying to run away from made her life seem like it had hit rock bottom.Now, she was going to be forced into a marriage with a man she didn't know and didn't love. But, would everything remain the same for her when she discovers that her new husband was the richest Billionaire in the country?Chaz Aiden was a successful billionaire with billions of businesses all over the world and zero interest in women, especially after his mother had divorced his father for a richer man. When his grandmother asked him to do him a favor by marrying the Hudson family's daughter, he knew it was for the sake of greed.He swore to make his new wife's life a living hell, making sure he reminded her that she would always be an object he purchased, contracted and never to be loved.

[Mature Content]
'He was sin. A sin she was not supposed to commit to.'
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The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia.

The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless.

Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday. She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life.

Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one.

She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago.

Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.

I became the childhood friend of the protagonist in a novel. The childhood friend who died from taking drugs.

“Is this man not going to divorce me? Why does he still ask me to warm the bed every night?”