Princess Of Materialism Manhwa

Returning from the military, Blake Elon has decided to hide from his enemies as a lonely delivery courier. On a faithful rainy night, Blake makes a life-altering delivery. He is forced into a three-year contract marriage to the Weston family, a prestigious family in California’s entertainment business. Marrying the granddaughter, who longs to be with another man, she and her mother belittle and abuses Blake. Little do they know Blake, the trash son-in-law, holds onto the most extraordinary power when he receives his family’s inheritance and becomes the heir of the most powerful family in the world. Blake is met with a life of cultivation with his family’s inheritance. Gaining his sister-in-law and third female cousin’s support as his living Spirit Vessels, Blake is on the road to immortality. How will he handle his enemies, betrayal, and the most incredible powers as he hopes to find his true love among all the women around him?

When I saw Vincent Carson again, he was now the formidable head of the Carson Corporation with a net worth of tens of millions. By his side was a young, promising screenwriter. Meanwhile, I dragged myself out of the basement, crippled and in a pitiful state. With a condescending tone, Vincent asked, "Three years ago, you sabotaged Irene's chance to win that award. Do you regret it now? If you wish to remain my wife, you must apologize to Irene first." At the same time, the system's voice sounded in my mind, 'Host, are you ready to go home?' I nodded silently. A look of satisfaction washed over Vincent's face as he stepped forward to embrace me. However, in the blink of an eye, I began to vanish right before his eyes. Subsequently, I heard he lost his sanity.

This book is authored by Kit Bryan. I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother.

I always had a unique kind of mind-reading ability—I could hear the thoughts of people who didn't truly love me. On the night before my wedding, I suddenly heard my fiance's thoughts. 'If she shows up unexpectedly to disrupt the wedding tomorrow, will wearing leather shoes make it harder to escape?' I didn't say a word. The next day, without a second thought, I boarded a plane and left Chilia. In the end, that wedding, regarding a runaway bride and groom who never showed up, became the city's most infamous joke.

Title: Sir Damien’s Contracted Wife. Synopsis: Arya was all Damien wanted in a woman. Neat, smart, passionate and responded to worries like they were hers. The only problem was, her only memory of him was as a boy who stalked her, diagnosed with yandere syndrome that made her life a living hell. He had a chance to her, when the father asked for the girl to be in an arranged marriage with a rich man as a way to gain money to pay her dead mother’s debts. Arya had no choice so collaborated with Sir Damien, a man she assumed was her sister’s boyfriend, to be his arranged wife. Being the CEO of three powerful companies, her father quickly picked him. But Sir Damien lied, he lied to Arya that their marriage was only a formality and she could leave once she found true love. He didn’t mean a word. He’d make sure that he was her end. Her true love. His beautiful plans of having her as his became faulty when Arya’s long time crush, the son of his governor, began reciprocating Arya’s feelings. And his contracted wife might not be the only thing his rival was after.

I’m getting married, but my CEO fiancé, whom I had been engaged to for ten years, had no idea. Thanks to his new personal maid, the man has no time to spare for me. The two of them always shadowed one another, and they might as well be sleeping in the same bed. My fiancé even bought a yacht and brought her to the Arctic to see the aurora when she was in a bad mood, completely forgetting that we were supposed to be picking out wedding gowns that day. I spent the entire day waiting in that bridal shop, waiting for a man who would never show up. So I called my dad, “I’m marrying someone else.”

In my previous life, I had been suffering from a terminal illness when I won the lottery.  To my shock, Mommy advised me to forgo treatment and leave the winnings to my younger brother, David, to use for his marriage.  I refused to become an accessory to his future, so, behind my parents’ backs, I donated every bit of it to an orphanage.  When they found out, they were furious. They called me a heartless, ungrateful wretch.  After severing ties with me, they abandoned me at the hospital. On David's birthday, they gathered as a family and celebrated him while I was left to die in the hospital, utterly alone. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I had won the lottery.  Recalling the pain and betrayal of my past life, I resolved to leave my parents that very day.  But to my surprise, when I returned home, they had completely changed.  They doted on me and showered me with affection.

On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer: [$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.] So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs. Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling. “You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic. “You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!” I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation. “You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir. “And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”

Brandon has been taken by the evil trio of Corinda, Casen, and Severn. But all isn't as it seems for these three. While in their custody, a new enemy emerges. Will Brandon be able to bring these three back into the fold? Or will their mateship fall apart? And how will they deal with the new threat to wolfkind? This is the third installment in the Trio of Mates series. You can find book one (Trio of Mates) and book two (War of Threes) here on GoodNovel.

Monalisa Del-a-Cruz, an Italian-American mafia queen was often referred as the queen of the underworld. She’s feared by both the old and young and they all bow at her feet. Despite being a high schooler, she controlled 85% of the black market in America, no one dare defies her order except they want their head blown off. At an early age of five, she was trained to be merciless, ruthless and cold, those who challenged her never lived to tell the tale or their body parts got chopped off. Meet Jeremy Martins, the class president of senior 05 class, twilight high school. He’s an annoying, funny and nerdy teenage boy who cares about two things; his studies and his sister. He believes in love even though his parents fight and beat each other every single day. When Monalisa gets transferred to a new school, she meets Jeremy who thinks she’s crazy, so, they didn’t start off on the right foot. As time goes on Monalisa gets confused about what she feels towards him because she doesn’t know what love is. Unknowingly she finds herself fighting for her rightful place as mafia queen with her step brother. Read along to find out about betrayals, the dangerous adventures they both participate in and perhaps maybe she might let him break the walls she built to protect herself.