The Julian Chapter A Wonder Story

Kaylar, a sharp and ambitious secretary, never expected her life to take a dramatic turn when she discovers she's secretly married to her powerful CEO boss, Wayne. Bound by a secret contract, they strive to maintain a professional facade amidst corporate chaos. But as their connection deepens, sparks fly and they find themselves torn between ambition and unexpected love. Their journey is anything but ordinary, filled with high-stakes business dealings and hidden emotions. Every chapter builds tension and anticipation, but Chapter 63? That's where everything changes. It's daring, challenging, and will leave you on the edge of your seat. TRY IT! READ CHAPTER 63—where the stakes are higher, the emotions deeper, and the secrets explosive. Don't miss the moment that could turn everything upside down.

เรื่องราวความรักที่มีระยะห่างกว่า 2,681 ไมล์ กับความต่างของภาษา เชื้อชาติ และวัฒนธรรม สิ่งเหล่านี้จะทำให้พวกเขาทั้งคู่ลงเอยกันได้จริงๆ น่ะเหรอ

ในวันที่เธอตัดสินใจแล้วว่าโลกนี้ไม่มีเหตุผลอะไรที่ต้องทนอยู่อีกต่อไป ก็บังเอิญมีมือหนึ่งเข้ามาโอบอุ้มเธอเอาไว้ เขาเป็นเหมือนดวงดาวเพียงดวงเดียวที่คอยส่องแสงเพื่อนำทางให้กับเธอในวันที่โลกทั้งใบมืดมน

มีหลายคนเคยบอกว่าที่ใดมีรักที่นั่นมีทุกข์ แต่ก็มีอีกหลายคนที่บอกว่า... มีรักก็ทำให้มีสุขได้ ถ้าหากเขาคนนั้นก็รักเราเช่นกัน

โชคชะตานำพาให้ทั้งคู่มาพบกัน จากคนแปลกหน้าแปลเปลี่ยนมาเป็นคนรัก ความเป็นความตายที่ทั้งคู่ประสบมาด้วยกันยิ่งสมานหัวใจทั้งสองดวงให้แนบแน่นจนไม่สามารถแยกจากกันได้อีกเลย

หมอหนุ่มไฟแรงที่ไม่เคยมีความเชื่อเรื่องเหนือธรรมชาติอยู่ในหัวเลยแม้แต่น้อย กลับต้องมาพัวพันกับหญิงสาวประหลาดที่เอาเเต่พูดเรื่องผีกับเขาทุกครั้งที่เจอหน้ากัน ‘ฉันไม่มีวันแต่งงานกับคนเพ้อเจ้ออย่างเธอ’

During a critical meeting, my medical case notes were swapped for "Confession of an Affair”. "Exhibit A: She knowingly intruded into a marriage, a disgrace to her profession." "Exhibit B: Harassing the patient's family and destroying their family." "Exhibit C: Callously endangering lives, deliberately plotting against the wife and child to take her place!" In front of hospital leadership, the patient’s family accused me of being a homewrecker, attempting to shame me into confessing. It was chaotic until she physically assaulted me, leaving me with a concussion. When my husband rushed in from the operating room, I said coldly, "Looks like this ‘real wife’ is being called the mistress! Why would you still defend me?” Without hesitation, my husband stepped forward and slapped the real mistress. “Security!” he called out. “Get this troublemaker out of here, now!”

On our fifth anniversary, my fiance, Caleb Alton, mixed up gifts meant for me and someone else. When he pulled out a set of lingerie, he looked flustered and explained that the store had sent the wrong item. The next day, I saw a video posted on social media by his junior colleague, Mia Lawson. The caption read, “He said that old lady of his is out of shape, but I look the sexiest in this.” In the video, she was wearing the same lingerie and lounging seductively in Caleb’s arms. I glanced at the engagement ring identical to the one Caleb wore and decided to call my boss. “Hello, Mr. Farrington. I’ve made up my mind. I can start at the branch office next week.”

I finally became pregnant after my husband and I underwent over a dozen rounds of IVF. However, to my horror, I discovered that the embryo growing inside me was the fertilized egg of my husband and the family maid. They even schemed to have me disappear so that the child could inherit everything. I pretended not to know, carried the child to term, and took care of him, raising him with love and care. It was not until 20 years later that they forced me to sign a share transfer agreement by my hospital bed, along with a divorce agreement that left me with nothing. "After 20 years, we finally have our happy family. You never saw this coming, did you? The child you fought so hard to give birth to is my biological son!" Even my son, without any remorse, said, "Honestly, your illness is beyond help. It'd be better for you to just die." With a knowing, almost bittersweet, smile I replied, "For your happiness, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.