Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire - Chapter 13 - What Does a Dying Person Have to Fear?

After her rebirth, Yun Shifei returned to her fifteen-year-old self, just when she became the true daughter of a wealthy family.The well-behaved and timid Shi Fei only wanted to live her own small life well.Who knew she would get involved with the Great Demon King.In her memory, this big shot was extremely ruthless, squandering the family fortune, watching his brother die coldly, and sending his father to prison.But now, the big shot is quiet, obedient, easy to bully, and loves sticking to her.Yun Shifei's heart softened, and she tried hard to protect him.Yet one day, the little poor thing she sheltered pulled her into his arms to kiss her.She was utterly shocked.He looked innocent and said: 'I heard this is a way to express liking. Don't you like me?'That's what it means, but why does something feel off?!

Due to rejection of the heart donated by her ex-boyfriend, she married him and supported him with her own blood for two years. After the rejection disappeared, he unexpectedly filed for divorce. She readily agreed and left, revealing to him how he gotten the heart. When he learned the truth, he was furious and disgusted with her.Five years later, she pretended to be dead and returned with their child, disguised as an ugly nanny...

NOTE : This book was stolen by someone on Amazon and is being distributed without my permission, a report has been filed for the same.Follow the story of the crimson princess Dia Gremory, who aims to become strong enough to live comfortably with those she loves.There is no NTR, R*pe or anything dark enough.Attention there may be him and his who have crept into the story without me realizing so if you see please let me knowThere will be crossovers with other stories. For now tensura, reborn to master the blade confirm.Of course, I only have my OC, and can be 2, 3 others otherwise the rest belongs to their respective history.If you don’t like the story, please don’t start insulting me or anything. I’m just writing it for fun.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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