Latest Betrayal Novel

"She's clearly a canary, yet insists on projecting an image of an independent, strong woman. This forced 'feeding of feces' might be counterproductive, wouldn't it?"

Shen Zhiwei, an art student at Columbia University, suddenly receives devastating news of her mother's critical illness. At this time, her boyfriend Zhou Xuanyu betrays her, a betrayal orchestrated by Li Fuqiang, a wealthy businessman thirty years her senior whom she has frequently encountered recently.

With no other recourse, she enters into a marriage. Over the course of their ten-year marriage, she endures various incidents, including a photo scandal, sexual assault of a female employee, extramarital affairs, and even contracting HPV. She maintains her integrity, treating the marriage as a job from an observer's perspective, and progressively builds her fashion empire.

It isn't until her mother's passing and her encounter with the idealistic young man Song Tianming that her dormant heart stirs for the first time. However, Tianming's unexpected death, along with a dried rose he sent her, completely awakens her – she realizes she can still love, and still wants to love.

She resolutely proposes divorce, but Li Fuqiang dies suddenly the very next day. Faced with a paternity test and an illegitimate child who suddenly appear, the young lady Li Jiaqi is forced to collaborate with Zhiwei. Ultimately, in the battle for billions in inheritance, Zhiwei exits with 2 billion in cash, going overseas.

Three years later, she returns, no longer a dodder flower dependent on a wealthy family, but a wild rose holding assets worth tens of billions, blooming freely and unrestrained. She lives life on her own terms, surrounded by a constant stream of young, talented men, always maintaining clarity amid emotions and desires.

From being forced to break a branch to blooming on her own accord, she dedicates her life to writing: the most beautiful way a woman can live is to finally live for herself. This is a legend about loss and awakening, confinement and liberation; moreover, it is a magnificent epic of female self-redemption.

Yun Sheng was a child bride of the Lu family, lodging with her husband at the distant relative, Marquis Dingbei's residence. The first time Yun Sheng saw her uncle, Marquis Xie, she was afraid of him.

The man's sharp phoenix eyes seemed capable of devouring her. She tried to avoid him, but due to Marquis Xie's recurring headaches, her husband personally instructed her to attend to him.

One day, she overheard her mother-in-law and husband discussing giving her away. When Marquis Xie's hand grazed her skirt again, she didn't stop him. She willingly climbed onto his bed.

The man's thumb brushed against her lips, and he asked with a half-smile, "Why aren't you hiding anymore?" Yun Sheng, trembling, meekly replied, "I've been ignorant. I hope uncle will show me pity." It wasn't until she realized everything was his scheme that she knew she had escaped one danger only to fall into another.

An imperial decree arrived, intending to marry a princess to the Marquis. That night, Xie Zhan entered Yun Sheng's courtyard. Yun Sheng was gentle and considerate, very sensible.

Xie Zhan liked her obedience but also found it a bit tasteless. On the eve of his wedding, Yun Sheng's small courtyard was engulfed in flames. When her charred remains were carried out, he vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.

Others said Xie Zhan had gone mad, but they didn't know Yun Sheng had coaxed him, then eloped with another man. On a rainy night in a small town in Yizhou, the door gently creaked.

The host heard someone requesting shelter. As Yun Sheng pushed the door open, a flash of lightning illuminated the man's somber face in the rain. "My Ah Sheng, you were so hard to find," he said.

She looked as if she had seen a ghost, her spine tingling with dread. The scholar in the courtyard was still holding their daughter, calling out to her. "Shengniang, why aren't you inviting the guest in yet?"

After three years of marriage, Ruan Nuan discovered that her husband, who claimed to have fallen in love with her at first sight, had a "white moonlight" ex-lover who resembled her.

The moment she overheard outside a hospital room that she was merely a substitute, she decisively chose to divorce him.

At a blind date, the man grabbed her arm, his face clouded with anger, "Ruan Nuan, haven't you caused enough trouble?"

Ruan Nuan glanced at him indifferently as champagne dripped from his hair. She then pulled over the scion of a prominent Beijing family, with whom she had once shared a one-night stand.

"Mr. Jiang, how can you, who used me as a substitute, compare to my new love?"

That night with Jiang Ruohe, I lost love, friendship, and gained a marriage that didn't belong to me. “Yu Xiaowan, you are the most vicious woman I have ever seen.” Jiang Ruohe looked at me coldly.

In the Jiang family, I diligently upheld my duties. My mother-in-law was intractable, my aunt scornful, and my best friend framed me, yet this man always watched with cold eyes.

One day, I went alone to ransom a person from kidnappers to save him. But he took a dagger and pressed it against my heart. I grabbed his hand and personally plunged the sharp blade into my own heart.

“Jiang Ruohe, from the day I married you, you wanted me dead. Now, I will grant your wish…”

"Cheng Cheng, I saw Shao Mengdong."

"Really? Is he still alive?"

"Without you, a burden, CEO Shao is living better than ever. Surrounded by friends and beautiful women, I saw it with my own eyes two weeks ago."

"Then why are you only telling me now?"

"Yesterday was your wedding. What if I told you beforehand and you ran away?"

After a moment of silence, Cheng Ti sweetly smiled, "Don't joke, he's my brother."

Due to possessing a face excessively similar to the 'white moonlight', Ruan Mingyu was brought into the sect as a stand-in. To escape this fate, Ruan Mingyu directly clung to the white moonlight's thigh and ran off with him.

Ruan Mingyu became a pill cultivator, living a carefree and infinitely happy life. Who would have thought that pill refining would cost so much money? Ruan Mingyu set his sights on the wallets of the white moonlight's pursuers, while the pursuers set their sights on Ruan Mingyu's face, which resembled the white moonlight.

Thus, a bizarre scene unfolded:

Pursuer 1: "Can you scold me in his tone?"

Pursuer 2: "Can you call me husband in his tone?"

Pursuer 3: "Can you praise me as your 'good baby' in his tone?"

Ruan Mingyu, desperate for money, waved his hand: "Anything is fine, one by one. Pay extra and you can cut in line!"

Recently, Song Chenxi heard some news: a disciple in the sect was using his face to swindle people. After much effort, Song Chenxi finally cornered Ruan Mingyu. His face still held its usual gentleness, but he couldn't hide the jealousy in his eyes: "I heard you're still involved with those despicable people? Didn't I tell you to cut ties!"

Ruan Mingyu might not be good at other things, but his mind worked fast. He immediately looked at Song Chenxi with deep affection: "If they come looking for me, they won't bother you... For you, I'll do anything."

This shocked Song Chenxi, who took a while to say: "You... you don't have to do this for me." Afterwards, whenever Song Chenxi came to find him, Ruan Mingyu would use the same trick, saying he loved him uncontrollably, leaving Song Chenxi utterly baffled.

To his surprise, after a few such encounters, Song Chenxi actually took it seriously!

When Song Chenxi later learned that Ruan Mingyu was still in contact with those scoundrels, his expression turned incredibly ugly. He first dealt a heavy blow to those scoundrels, then went back to settle accounts with Ruan Mingyu. As for how he settled accounts, Song Chenxi bullied Ruan Mingyu until he was teary-eyed.

Ruan Mingyu was very quick-witted, immediately hugging Song Chenxi's neck to apologize: "Senior Brother, you know my cultivation isn't high; they forced me." Song Chenxi's anger subsided by half. He gently stroked Ruan Mingyu's cheek, yet spoke with an almost frenzied tone: "If I ever see you with them again, I will lock you up forever!"

Ruan Mingyu saw through Song Chenxi's true nature, realizing he was a madman disguised as a normal person. He didn't want to get tangled up with him any longer and immediately fled, yet no matter how far he ran, Song Chenxi still found him.

Song Chenxi, clad in a red wedding gown, smiled sinisterly: "Mingyu, I'll give you two choices: one, marry me willingly, or two, be forced to marry me. Which do you choose?" Ruan Mingyu: "Can I choose C...?"

Chen Ming'an was the Imperial Scholar whom Princess Ronghua, Zhu Huaizhen, had set her eyes on in the Golden Imperial Hall.

However, he refused the bestowed marriage, saying, "Your Highness, may this commoner become a white-robed prime minister, and then marry you?"

And so, Zhu Huaizhen waited for Chen Ming'an for five years.

During those five years, Chen Ming'an, for her sake, blocked assassins' swords, endured humiliation from bandits, and knelt before countless bodhisattvas throughout the city. Everyone said that Chen Ming'an was madly in love with Princess Ronghua.

And she, in turn, exhausted her family's wealth and won over people's hearts to smooth his path to success.

Alas, once he ascended to the position of Prime Minister, he opened the city gates, welcomed the enemy's army, and ruined her wedding night.

Mu Jia was dumped, and she wasn't reconciled.

Initially, she only wanted to make a figure of authority bow his head. Xie Siyan, besides having a slight blood relation to her love rival, was top-notch in looks and family background. So, she used tricks to seduce him.

Later, under the cover of night, Xie Siyan's lips curled into a half-smile as he lifted her chin, asking, "How can you be so heartless? Using me and then leaving?" At this moment, Mu Jia's heart felt utterly cold.

This is a story of a transcendent being and a refined beauty; a tale of forced possession and stealing love from another.

My husband, Shen Changyi, was a very boring man, and I detested him.

He couldn't cheer anyone up, couldn't earn money to support the family, and couldn't even have children. He spoke little and his emotions were extremely flat. His only advantage was that he doted on me greatly and never went against me.

Shen Changyi was very busy. I occasionally heard him say that he was cultivating on a certain mountain, but judging by his taciturn personality, I figured he wouldn't amount to anything. He'd have a brighter future farming at home.

Not long after we married, I betrayed him.

I met a few people who said that if I poisoned Shen Changyi when he came home, they would give me a large sum of money. At that time, blinded by greed, I agreed without hesitation.

Shen Changyi died from that poison.

Only after his death did I realize that we were all characters in a book. The reason for his busyness was his daily cultivation and demon-slaying. He wasn't the protagonist; he was the protagonist's most respected and admired master, and also the strongest true immortal who had descended to the mortal realm. As long as he could overcome his tribulations, he could ascend back to the Heavenly Realm.

And I was his tribulation.

He never guarded against me, which is why I was able to poison him. After his death, I was also killed by the protagonist seeking revenge for his master. I deserved my fate, but to my surprise, I lived again, reborn on the very day Shen Changyi returned home.

I wanted to cling to him this time, to be a little kinder to him. So, I took the initiative to wash clothes, cook meals, and even invited him to sleep with me. However, the look in his eyes was icy cold.

Shen Changyi didn't say a word, only slowly extinguished the candle. —He had also been reborn.

That night, I lay gasping on the bed, exhausted, thinking blankly: So, he can get angry too. …His angry expression is so lustful.

On the night Jiang Wu married her fiancé, she had a dream. She realized that her world was actually a novel, and her noble, aloof husband, who seemed indifferent to everything, was the male lead of a banned novel. She, on the other hand, was the cannon fodder ex-wife destined to die.

Soon after her marriage, many ardent suitors would appear around her, dramatically attempting to entice her into an affair. There was the unruly young general who would always blush in her presence. The gentle and refined crown prince would pick flowers to express his affection, praising her as bright as the moon and unwilling to see her sullied.

Her green tea cousin, living in her home, would stoop to being a third party for love, claiming he'd willingly be a concubine as long as she had him in her heart. However, once Jiang Wu, swayed by their advances, truly divorced her rigidly traditional husband, all her suitors vanished.

It turned out they pursued Jiang Wu only to make her yield her position to their unrequited "white moonlight," simply because their white moonlight loved her husband. Their seduction and inducement for her to divorce were all to fulfill the love between the white moonlight and the male lead.

Fortunately, Jiang Wu learned the truth beforehand.

Newly opened novel for collection - "Manniang"

After Qin Shu led his army into the imperial city, he didn't expect someone to present him with an old acquaintance. An old acquaintance who, for wealth and glory, had twice put him in mortal danger. He did not refuse, for no one could refuse to see an old acquaintance begging like a dog beneath himself.

Since then, the Qi family lost a Madam Qi, and the palace gained a low-ranking concubine, Song Xiuyi. People often heard pleas and cries, as well as the sound of smashing瓷器, coming from Song Xiuyi's palace. She was publicly reprimanded and punished by the emperor, her body accumulating old injuries on top of new ones.

Over time, pity inevitably arose. More often, people blamed her for not being more virtuous and taking her own life to prove her chastity, rather than letting the emperor bear the charge of being a debauched ruler who forcibly took a subject's wife into the palace. It was also lamented how the once brilliant and talented Grand Tutor Qi could have married such a cowardly and shameless woman.

Everyone wished for Song Manniang's death; not a single person wished for her to live.