Double Skin Manga

When I'm about to apply for medical insurance for my son, Connor Sawyer, who's about to start his first year in kindergarten, I'm told that I'm not his biological father at all. "Are you sure this is your son? The system shows that his father is an entirely different person." I don't respond at all. Instead, I secretly take a photo of the unfamiliar-looking address before tracking it down. It turns out that it's actually a residential area right by my own. The moment my wife, Giselle Lambert, sees me, she freezes momentarily. At the same time, she blocks the door subconsciously with her hand. "In the end, you still found out about the truth. But there's no use kicking up a fuss, you know. I never mistreated you in any way over the past three years, after all." When I notice the familiar figure standing behind Giselle, I feel my limbs going cold. That person is actually my younger brother, Vincent Sawyer, who has just graduated from college. Vincent hands Giselle a glass of water before smiling at me apologetically. "Don't blame me, Hayden. The doctor says that I'm severely depressed, so I can't handle hearing a child's cries at all. I'm really thankful to you for raising Connor on my behalf in the past few years." At that moment, Connor, who's supposed to be waiting for me in my car, rushes into the apartment. He runs into Vincent's arms happily before turning to look at me. "Don't cry, Uncle Hayden. Daddy says you're a good person, so he's asked you for help. Mommy tells me that if I call you 'daddy' in your home, I'll get to visit my real daddy during the weekends."

“Ms. Summers, Mr. Quinn has already approved your resignation. He didn’t realize you were the one leaving. Should I let him know?” Hearing the news over the phone, Yara Summers lowered her gaze. “No. It’s fine. Just leave it as it is.” “You’ve been his secretary for four years. He values you the most and depends on you more than anyone. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” HR kept trying to persuade her, but Yara just smiled.

On Valentine’s Day, someone stabbed my mother-in-law twenty times until she died. So, I took the murderer to court. My wife was a renowned lawyer, but she decided to defend him. I confronted her in anger, but she casually replied, “Derek’s younger brother is still a college student. Can’t you be a little more forgiving? “I’ll bring Derek and his younger brother along to visit your mother’s grave. Drop the charges. Don’t let this go to trial and embarrass me when you lose the case.” Looking at the mangled corpse full of stabbing wounds, I could not help but let out a bark of laughter. It looked like she was still unaware that the corpse was actually her own mother.

To take care of my mother after she fell and injured herself, I turned down a promotion and took a week off work to stay by her side. On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she smiled and handed me a small envelope. “Suzy, you’ve worked hard these past few days. This is just a little something from me. Go treat yourself to something good.” I wiped my hands, a quiet warmth spreading through my chest. When I opened the envelope, I froze for a moment. Inside was $2. Still, I told myself it didn’t matter. The amount wasn’t important. What mattered was the thought behind it. But the very next day, while scrolling through social media, I came across a post from my younger brother, the one who hadn’t shown his face at the hospital even once. Nine photos filled the post, all of them showing off a sprawling luxury mansion. In the center was a photo of the purchase contract. The caption read: “Officially the owner of a $2 million riverfront house. Big thanks to Mom for the support!”

The dying heir to Silverbay's showbiz empire suddenly announces he'll select a bride at random from the city's prominent families, hoping the marriage can bring some luck and save his life. On the night before my own wedding, his men arrive and inform us that the Simmons family has been chosen. My parents have just three days to deliver a daughter to him. As soon as my sister, Roxanne Simmons, hears the news, she breaks down in tears and rushes to my fiance for help. When he sees her crying, Clinton Whitfield drops to his knees in front of me, under everyone's gaze. "Mr. Sterling enjoys tormenting virgins. If Roxanne marries him, who knows what he'll do to her? "But you're already past the marrying age, so he won't be interested in you. Please, help Roxy this once!" He looks away, his voice heavy with guilt as he continues, "Besides, he doesn't have much time left. When you return, I'll marry you." Tears well up in my eyes. I ask, stunned, "And what if I don't want to?" Clinton's gaze turns cold, his earlier guilt replaced by ruthless intent. "Then I'll make sure you go to him myself." I laugh bitterly as a chill runs through me. "Fine. I'll go instead."

Lorsque mon père m'a demandé quel homme je choisirais pour un mariage arrangé, dans cette nouvelle vie, je n'ai pas choisi Léonardo. J'ai opté pour son frère aîné : Ivan Vittorio. Mon père a été étonné de ma réponse. Après tout, tout Chicago savait que Léonardo et moi étions des amis d'enfance et que je l'avais poursuivi pendant dix ans. En tant que fille aînée de la famille Leavitt, mon nom figurait déjà à côté du sien sur la liste des mariages arrangés entre les familles. Tout le monde était persuadé que notre union était écrite dans le destin. J'ai souri tristement en repensant à ma vie précédente : j'avais en effet épousé Léonardo comme je l'avais toujours voulu, mais après notre mariage, il ne m'a jamais touchée. Je pensais qu'il avait une maladie honteuse et j'avais tout fait pour la dissimuler. Jusqu'au jour de notre sixième anniversaire de mariage, où, par hasard, j'ai ouvert le coffre-fort de son bureau et découvert qu'il y avait des photos de lui avec ma sœur adoptive, celle que j'avais fait adopter par mon père. Ils avaient même un enfant illégitime de deux ans. Leur photo de famille ressemblait à celle d'un foyer heureux. Ce jour-là, j'avais compris qu'il n'avait aucune maladie honteuse, mais qu'il ne m'avait jamais considérée comme sa femme. Plus tard, pour se débarrasser de moi, il s'était allié avec ma sœur et m'avait fait tuer. Maintenant que je suis revenue dans cette nouvelle vie, j'ai choisi de les laisser vivre leur bonheur. Mais lorsque je suis entrée dans l'église, vêtue de ma robe de mariée, et que je tenais la main d'Ivan, Léonardo est arrivé en courant, armé d'un pistolet. Il m'a crié comme un fou : « Mélanie ! » Sa voix était rauque, presque déchirée, « Tu oses l'épouser ? »

La nuit de notre cérémonie d'accouplement, mon Alpha Damon, et moi sommes tombés dans une embuscade tendue par une meute rivale. Lorsque j'ai rouvert les yeux, je me suis retrouvée dans le passé, avant que nous nous soyons marqués l'un l'autre. Dans ma vie précédente, nous étions de vrais compagnons, choisis par la déesse de la lune, et nous étions ensemble depuis sept ans. J'avais tout sacrifié pour l'aider à devenir l'Alpha le plus puissant, mais il avait refusé de me donner un petit. Ce n'est que plus tard que j'ai appris que le cœur de Damon avait toujours appartenu à une autre, Ariane, une louve issue d'une lignée puissante. Cette fois, j'ai décidé de le laisser poursuivre son ambition. J'ai rompu notre lien de compagnon de mes propres mains et j'ai choisi une voie complètement différente. Sept ans plus tard, il est devenu l'Alpha le plus puissant de l'alliance. Lors du sommet annuel, lui et sa bien-aimée Ariane ont annoncé leur accouplement. Lorsqu'il m'a vue seule, il a ricané. « Soline, je sais que tu es toujours amoureuse de moi. Tu m'as aimé pendant deux vies. Je suis l'Alpha le plus exceptionnel que tu n'aies jamais connu. » « Mais tu dois arrêter de te détruire pour moi. » Je l'ai ignoré et j'ai pris mon fils dans mes bras. Les yeux de Damon s'embrasaient, le contrôle de son loup s'estompant. « Tu m'as dit que tu ne porterais que mes petits ! »

Marshall Locke, the assistant working for my wife, Amelia Stone, leaves out three zeroes on a contract. It leads to ten million dollars in losses for the company. The factory that has collaborated with us on the project goes bankrupt, and its owner jumps off a building as a result of the situation. All Marshall does is shed a few tears, and Amelia immediately pins all the blame on me. She claims I single-handedly managed the entire project. I get sued in court, which leaves me ten million dollars in debt. When the deceased's family posts about me online, the entire internet curses me out, saying that I should die too. My entire industry blacklists me. The career I've painstakingly built up for myself is destroyed just like that. But when I confront Amelia about this, she simply looks at her freshly manicured nails and says airily, "Marshall is young and inexperienced. You've been in the business for so many years now. It's not like this has caused any damage to you." Recalling the way she and Marshall had been wrapped up in a passionate kiss before I came in, I pull out the divorce agreement I prepared in advance and toss it at her. "Sign it."

On the night of our wedding, my husband told me he wanted to have a child with his teacher’s daughter. When I confronted him, he turned it back on me. “Teacher is seriously ill, and her only wish is to see three generations under one roof. My junior and I are just doing IVF. It’s not like anything is actually happening between us!” “Besides, you were also her student. How could you refuse to help fulfill her last wish?” However, the next day, when I went to visit our teacher with a fruit basket, I saw my husband and his junior locked in an embrace at the corner of the hallway. The moment was like a bolt of lightning. I turned and walked away. The following day, my husband sent me a text: [I’m going with her for the IVF. Let’s postpone the family gathering for a few days.] I did not reply. Instead, I went back to my hometown alone, visiting each of my relatives to personally apologize. Then, I went to a lawyer. “I’d like to sue my husband for bigamy.”

The day before my fifth wedding anniversary to my husband, the jewelry store manager called me. He reported that the expensive jewelry I had commissioned for my husband had been accidentally damaged by the staff. However, the shop was willing to pay a penalty for breach of contract. He hung up before I could lose my temper. I immediately received a message from my husband and $6 million in compensation. [So you're the shameless homewrecker. How dare you keep my husband's contact information! I'm warning you: I've given you the money, now get lost! Otherwise, I'll have to teach you a lesson!] The woman smugly sent me an intimate photo to follow up on her threats. Looking at the familiar side profile, I immediately called my biological parents, who were high-ranking businesspeople. "Dad, Mom, put the Shelby family's investment on hold for now. I'm getting a big gift ready for them!"