Novel & Cerita My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator

When a monster comes into the cultivation world, he prepares for invasion, at least Nin Guild can reduce the outcome. Slave 2 understand about healing Potion, leveling Potion, longevity Potion. "Grandmaster, why need so much food and beverage?" Curious come in his head, they already have a restaurant. "Just write on the list, in the future you will know." He doesn't give an explanation further, let flow like a river of time. His Grandmaster was too mysterious, including the system that not exists in the Cultivation world. "Yes, Grandmaster." "What Grandmaster relationship with young Mistress?"

That was why he'd picked me—an intelligent, highly educated man. Before the wedding, he'd told me that once Janice and I had a child, all of the family's shares would be transferred to our child. So, after he passed away, his lawyer had come to me with the paperwork for the transfer. There was a special clause written in black and white that stated Janice would walk away with nothing. Once everything was in place, I took Millie to an island to rest and recover.

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

I grabbed the edge of the desk to steady myself. “Oh my God…” I whispered shakily. My husband was masturbating to pictures of his brother’s wife.

"Is that what you're saying? That Ashton is not part of the family? She is your brother’s wife. Does this mean that your wife Sansa is not part of this family?” Adam paled, realizing the implications of his words. He tried to backtrack, but it was too late. Amarinth, however, was not about to back down. "She's married to Andreas, yes, but how could she know how to plan something like this?" she said. "What experience does she have?"

He retorted. Elina's brows furrowed as she frowned her face. That was the 'title' she hated the most. "At least I don't get to stand here for hours." "Lucky you." He rolled his eyes and hissed. "I bet you can't wait to mate with the master. I also bet you didn't know he now has a wife. At least, I only get to see your ugly face outside the walls of their matrimonial home from now on." He said, to spite the proud sex slave.

And now they even seemed eager to bring the young man under their guidance, though of course the sect master couldn’t allow that. Because if they truly wanted to, they’d have to face his wife or perhaps Xiao’s brother. If they could defeat them, he would gladly allow Xiao Chen to be taken under the elders’ guidance. Upon hearing those two names, the elders’ expressions turned grim—how could they possibly defeat both of them? Not just both of them—even one of them would be impossible to defeat. Although the Sect Master’s wife appears weaker compared to the Dao Sect Master, she is highly skilled in illusion techniques and her domain. It might even be very difficult for the Sect Master himself

he gestures for me to continue. "I already did," I point out, frustrated. He then starts to chuckle. "What's so funny?" "Ah...." He blows out a breath," your funny." "I......am?" "Listen, I get it. You want clarity and the only clarity there is, is," his expression goes stoic," I'm your husband and your my wife. The quicker you accept that and get it into your thick, delusional skull the better." Gulp, I swear this man has a personality disorder. "Understand?" "Yes....master."

He was mischievous, but at least he didn't command servants to beat me, so I could occasionally find some relief and breathe in his presence. One afternoon, he climbed a tree and nearly fell. When I caught him, his shirt lifted, revealing a tiny, red birthmark on his lower back. It was the one my son, Aiden, was born with. For five years, I had believed I'd transmigrated to another era and I trusted that Melissa in the modern world was caring for our child… How could I know he'd been beside me this whole time and raised to call another man "father"? All happened under my eyes while I was treated like a dog.