Stolen love: In love with my sister 's fiance - Chapter 27: Olivia’s drama

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf~

Introduction to the Glory of the Sun God.

A life with the power of the sun, through the story of the world of Marvel.

The sun in mythology is the great existence that controls the alternating of time series, the growth of all things, the restraint of all dark evils, the master of light and flame.

The sun in reality is a member of the star. The greatest celestial body in the universe. It is the ultimate existence of magnetic attraction.

What happens when these forces are concentrated on one person.

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oung Master Shen Yanshi from the Shen family's conglomerate is known to be very picky when it comes to women, but Xiang-Nuan managed to catch his eye with her face that bore a striking resemblance to his first love.She played the role of a naive and innocent little white flower, doing her best to fulfill her duties as a stand-in.Yanshi was generous towards her, providing her with many opportunities in the past two years, transforming her from an unknown extra to a somewhat famous second-tier actress.However, when the actual first love, Miss Gong, returned, Xiang-Nuan obediently took the initiative to break up with him, and Yanshi nonchalantly let her go, saying, “Do as you wish.”After parting ways with Yanshi, Xiang-Nuan's once pure and innocent style underwent a drastic transformation, evolving into a sweet and spicy elegant lady style that drifted further away from her previous path.One day, as Xiang-Nuan was leaving the set, she spotted Yanshi's car parked outside.He looked at her coldly, “You acted well.”She modestly replied, “President Shen is too kind.”“Come back and continue acting.”Feigning affection, putting on a show, the one who falls in love first is the loser.

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.