Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man - Chapter 9: sell things

Betrayed in her previous life by her fiance and Sister, Claire Smith swore to take revenge on them in this her present life. She was killed mercilessly in her past life by these closest people to her.Meet Alexander Miller the cold hearted young billionaire, he has his eyes on Claire and want to keep her close and also help her take down all people who want to harm her.Will Claire ever be able to love Alex back or will only focus on taking her revenge..............As she slowly opened her eyes she found herself in an unfamiliar environment adjusting her eyes everything became clear she had spend the night with an unknown man.Alex looked at the woman o the bed who seems to be lost in her thought, remembering how the girl had unknownly offered herself to him he felt lucky that he was the one to meet her that day. He smiled planning how to make her his.Join me let's find out how Alex and Claire's story will end.

[No heroine, no emotional line, no ambiguity, a lot of private settings, a comprehensive world view, I am an organization. 】

[There is a story about an undercover police officer with real wine, there is a possibility of death for the red party, and both Bourbon and Scotland are real wine]

“Name.”

“Osamu Dazai.”

“gender.”

“A man without a doubt.”

“age.”

“14.”

“The code name of the Black Organization.”

“Cahor.”

“Why did you join the Black Organization?”

“Well, because I’m the adopted son of that gentleman.”

[This article is also known as Osamu Dazai of COS. I recognized a thief as a father in the Conan crew. I am not disqualified in this world. I am full of fighting skills. I appeared in Japan the next second at the comic exhibition and became a three-year-old slaughter]

[There will be other vests. ][The elegant party and the gangsters stay away from me][Writing to play, don’t gangster]

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"Be my son's mother."

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...