《Three Years of Lies: The Fake Wife’s Mega Comeback 》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

The screenshot displayed a picture that Lydia had uploaded the night before at around midnight.The traditional villa backdrop and coffee table remained the same, but the clear glass vase had been swapped out for a bright red one, and the white roses had been replaced with red ones.Every word in Lydia’s caption hurt Haley’s eyes.Lydia’s move out had been an act, and Stephanie had been correct.She was back now, boldly behaving as though she was the property's owner.Haley was strangely at ease in spite of this. [Wow.] was all she had to say in response to Vance.Vance made a phone call after sending a series of irate emoticons.On the other end, his voice was filled with wrath. "That bitch is acting as like she has already taken your place, which is really conceited. I want to give her a lesson because I can't stand it.""No rush," Haley said, remaining calm. “Let her be arrogant for a little."Vance was impressed by her self-control. "Ley, what are you planning? Why can't you just

Intoxicated by the spotlight, Lydia quickly raised her paddle once more without even looking at her rival. "Twelve million dollars!" "Fifteen million dollars." Haley remained still. Kieran put a hand on Lydia’s wrist as she grabbed for the paddle again. "Cease. That is Haley.” With a shiver down her spine, Lydia looked over at last. "What is she doing here?" Kieran’s expression clouded. "Probably with Vance." "I don't care!" With a shaky but defiant voice, Lydia squared her shoulders. "You assured me that during social gatherings, I would be the only Mrs. Colin. That necklace is a must-have!” Despite his objections, she lifted her paddle. “Twenty million bucks!” The auctioneer started his countdown, and the hall became silent. With a victorious expression on her face, Lydia cast a triumphal gaze at Haley. A lazy, alluring voice called out from the ballroom's shadowy corner just as the gavel was about to drop, "I'll make a buyout bid!" His remarks startled the audience and

"I knew you were just making fun of her, Kieran. I still own the jewelry.” Ignoring her, Kieran pulled his arm away and hurried out the door. "You really believe she's a Kane family heiress?" Lydia asked, persistently pursuing him and catching the tail end of the socialites' chat as Vance was leaving. Lydia moved in closer, sneering. Those women scowled with perplexity. "What do you mean?" Lydia lowered her voice to a secretive whisper and leaned closer. “She is not a wealthy heiress, but rather an orphan who was raised in a foster home. What about that enigmatic man?” "Vance runs a secret 'matchmaking' service for wealthy clients," she said, pausing and grinning thoughtfully. “Think creatively on their relationship.” The woman let out a gasp. In realization, one nodded. "That makes sense. I've never heard of a Kane family heiress, but I know every well-known socialite in the nation. She must have been made up by him.” With a triumphant smirk, Lydia’s eyes gleamed with sc

Rhett supported her neck with one hand while slowly lowering himself till his face obscured the overhead light, creating a gentle shade over her features. "Let me rub it for you." His cool fingertips lightly touched the area where she had struck her head before she could object. Haley’s consciousness was jolted by the touch and briefly went blank. Rhett gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look directly at him despite her attempt to duck her head. "I recall you saying you were thinking about getting married in an arranged marriage, Ley. Why not take me into consideration instead, as it's all about mutual benefit?” Haley’s mind raced and her breath caught. "Huh... what?" "Let me properly introduce myself," Rhett said with a pleasant smile and a steady, sincere tone. “I weigh 176 pounds, am thirty-two years old, single, and six feet one inch tall. I've never been in a relationship; I've only ever had a crush on one woman. That's my weakness. However,

With a harsh clink, Nadine put the glass down after taking a sip of her beer. "But she faded after she started dating you. Every night, those hands—meant for paintbrushes—were bathed in dish soap. Her clothing were soiled with frying oil, and her hair was pulled back in an untidy bun. You didn't even notice that she became gaunt. She had a band-aid on her wrist from a fertility shot and was on her knees cleaning the stove when I visited your home once. She wanted a baby so badly, and you made her get an abortion. Do you even have a heart, Kieran?” Kieran looked at the floor, alcohol trickling down his jaw. Nadine had previously stood up for Haley, but he had never paid attention because he was too conceited to look above his own demands. He had believed that she ought to be appreciative of having access to his wealth, living in a lakefront villa, and marrying a self-made millionaire. Had he not given her everything—security, luxury, and prestige? She should have been content if