The Too-perfect Saint Manga

Seven years into her marriage, Maria was diagnosed with brain cancer. For her husband Richard and son Jonathan, she bet on a 50-50 percent chance of survival. Enter Eleanor, her husband's old flame and one true love. It was then that Maria realized the painful truth: her marriage to Richard was nothing but a scam. When Eleanor appeared, everything changed. Richard made her his secretary at work, while his best friend addressed her as Mrs. Shaw—a title that should belong to Maria. Even Jonathan came to believe that Eleanor would make a better mother. Maria gave up entirely. In a final act of despair, she severed all ties with Richard and Jonathan before vanishing into thin air. When Richard and Jonathan finally saw Maria's cancer diagnosis, they were filled with regret. They traced her overseas and groveled at her feet, begging for her forgiveness just so she would look their way—but she didn't spare them a glance. Who needs a heartless husband and an ungrateful son?

He was born to lead and never questioned. While she was born to fight and never obey. When fearless troublemaker Raven Scott is forced into a fake engagement with arrogant billionaire Dean Kingsley by their powerful families, sparks don’t just fly they explode. He’s used to control, silence, and absolute obedience. She’s built on rebellion, fire, and brutal honesty. They hate each other’s guts but have no choice but to play the perfect couple to protect their inheritance. Behind closed doors, they clash like fire and gasoline. But hate has a wicked way of turning into something else. And the most dangerous game of all... might just be love.

Cara Martin, the eldest child of Bob and Melinda Martin, was the breadwinner of her family after her father died. Her life changed when she met Kelvin, the son of Mr. Bruce Murray, an American billionaire. Cara lost her chances with Kelvin when a construction company in China supposedly contacted her for a job interview. She was held against her will and could not return to Kelvin. Kelvin and Cara's relationship was hanging in the balance, and Kelvin had to do something to rescue his beloved Cara and preserve their relationship. Will Cara remain the same after her horrible experience in China? find out in this thrilling Billionaire Romance story of Crime and Action.

Antonella Cross has secrets many of them, To everyone she's the perfect wife and socialite what they don't know is what happens behind closed doors. Antonella Cross has many secrets too many for her to keep count of. What happens when they slowly start falling apart and she's not only fighting for her life but her marriage?

Azalea decides to go to the bar and forget all her problems for one night. She ends up having a one night stand with a stranger and months later, she finds out she is pregnant. Her whole life crumbles because she has nothing to her name, and definitely no intention of looking for the father of her baby.  Ace Black, a billionaire who happens to be sterile, has been searching for Azalea after the one night stand. He is shock when he finds out she's pregnant with his child even though his doctor tells him it's impossible. What will Azalea do when she finds out Ace decides to fight for custody of the baby? Will she put up a fight or just back down and let him willingly take her baby? When the unexpected starts to happen between the both of them, will she be able to keep fighting?

Abigail suffered betrayal by her fiancé and her best friend. They were to have a picturesque cruise wedding, but she discovered them naked in the bed meant for her wedding night. In a fury of anger and a thirst for revenge, she drowned her sorrows in alcohol. The following morning, she awoke in an unfamiliar bed, with her family's sworn enemy beside her.

3 years after getting married, I am still a virgin. "Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

All I want is Power. The authority to exact vengeance on those who have mistreated my family and me. They took the lives of my loved ones, and I will take revenge on them in a manner far more severe than merely ending their own lives. - "How incredibly breathtaking. You are beautiful...Anna." I check myself in the mirror. Scrutinizing my face starting from my forehead and working my way down to the base of my neck. I do this while keeping my chin up and my head held high. I can't help but feel content as I observe how everything that has been snatched away from me has resulted in something very different from what it was before. I smiled triumphantly, but tears of bitterness and hatred began to fall down my face. They took everything from me. This will be the final chapter of the years I spent living in anguish...and the beginning of my perfect seduction.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

I died on the day I won the Global Medical Doctorate Award. Fresh from celebrating the sixteenth birthday of my younger sister, my parents, brother, and my fiancé finally returned home, but it was three hours after my death. My family photos were beaming with happiness on social media, while I laid in the suffocating basement drenched in blood. Before I died, I had struggled to slide my tongue across my phone screen in a desperate attempt to call for help. My parents and brother had blocked my number. Only my fiancé answered my call. The moment his voice came through, he snapped, "Winona, Winnie's sixteenth birthday is important. Stop trying to hijack attention with your pathetic excuses. Enough with the theatrics!" It murdered my last spark of survival. In that electronic death rattle, my heart flatlined. The 100th time they chose her. The 100th time they abandoned me for her. But it was also the last time. They thought I had ran way to get their attention again, and that if they taught me a harsh lesson, I would come crawling back pathetically. But not this time. Because I didn't leave home. I had been lying in the basement of my house.