nine tailed fox

After dying suddenly from overwork, I found myself transmigrated into the life of a fake heiress who had been cast out of her wealthy family. While the real heiress reclaimed the life that had once been mine, I decided to leave the drama behind. Armed with my savings, I embraced a carefree lifestyle, swapping boyfriends every three days and living for the moment. Then, two months later, life hit me with a curveball—I discovered I was pregnant. The problem? I had no idea who the father was. With no choice, I approached the three powerful CEOs I had been involved with, each more arrogant and competitive than the last. What followed was a 10-billion-dollar bet by each of the three over who the father might be, with me caught in the middle. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you," I teased, only for them to roll their eyes and dismiss me as ridiculous. Even so, when I gave birth to triplets, their argument outside the delivery room went viral, sending the internet into a frenzy and turning my life—and theirs—into a spectacle.

At six in the evening, Allen Bennett prepared a perfect dinner, with each dish carefully chosen to match Sarah Foster's preferences. By seven, he had run her bath, adding lavender essential oils and rose petals to the warm water, filling the bathroom with a calming fragrance. By eight, he placed her comfortable slippers by the entrance, awaiting her return. At nine, the front door finally opened. Sarah walked in, and Allen immediately went to greet her. With practiced grace, he helped her out of her coat and placed her slippers before her feet, then hung the coat in the entryway closet. Turning to her with a gentle smile, he asked, "Would you prefer to have your bath first or would you like to eat?"

The day I had a miscarriage, nobody showed up to see me in the hospital. I saw on Jonah's social media that he was celebrating his first love's birthday. My son, who I raised for nine years, was also there and gave her a handmade gift. However, in the ten years we have been married, Jonah has never celebrated my birthday. I have never received a gift from my son, either. I suddenly felt exhausted and told him I wanted a divorce. That night, he rushed home and said, "It's just a miscarriage. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" My son added, "Mom, you're an adult. Can't you take better care of yourself?"

When Ace first descended from Silvercrest Summit, fate played a curious hand. No sooner had he stepped into the world below than a stunning beauty fell right into his arms, quite literally. One whirlwind night of passion later, he came to a startling realization: this woman was none other than his fiancée! And as it turned out, she was only the first of nine such fiancées waiting for him. The first fiancée, a dazzling business executive, scoffed, "Ace might be adorably naive, but he's certainly not the man of my dreams." The second, an international superstar, dismissed him outright. "Marry me? Not a chance! Come back when you're the king of the entertainment world." Then there was the icy warrior goddess, who declared, "My man must be a peerless hero of unmatched valor. You're far from it." And so it went, each fiancée as extraordinary as the last, each with her own set of lofty expectations. Years later, Ace stood by the pool in his expansive courtyard, watching nine breathtaking women frolicking in the water, their laughter and beauty a vision of spring come to life. Taking in the scene, he couldn't help but muse with a wry smile, "I must admit, I liked you all better when you were wild and untamed."