CEO Ex-Husband, Don't Bother Me - Chapter 95 - 93: The Cruelest 3

What’s it like to fall in love with your brother’s best friend?Lilian never expected her quiet graduation season to take a sharp turn into a love story — one that had been quietly brewing for years.His name is Morrison.He’s her brother Dave’s best friend, the man who used to show up at family dinners a decade ago, the “uncle” she could never quite figure out when she was little.Now, he’s a powerful young CEO — cold, sharp, untouchable.Until one day, he suddenly says:“Why don’t we try dating?”From one late-night call, to a casual “I’ll pick you up after class.”From arranging her internship, to standing at her apartment door with a suitcase in hand —Lilian begins to realize: this relationship was never just a joke.But dating someone who’s not only her brother’s closest friend, but also her new boss and the school’s most eligible bachelor?This sweet, forbidden romance is already walking a tightrope.Will their secret love quietly blossom under pressure —Or will it be torn apart by reality, one identity at a time?*This novel is part of the same series as 《You're Just My Ex-Husband, My Lord.》

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into An Jiuyue, a woman living with two young children on a mountain after her husband abandoned her. She was pushed to the ground, and now, there was a bloody wound on her head.

With only a handful of rice left in the rice bag, she had relied on digging wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger every day. Her children were so often starved that they were all skin and bones. On top of that, a wicked woman threatened her to sell her son! If she refused, the woman would snatch him away forcefully.

But An Jiuyue took a deep breath, revealed her sharp claws, beat the woman up, and threw her out of the house. She could show the woman she was not to be messed with!

They were out of rice and vegetables now, but she was not afraid. Acquiring food using her spatial abilities was as easy as curling her fingers!

Moreover, her spatial abilities were unlimited, and her medical skills did not deteriorate. She could no doubt earn money and raise her children well!

As for her ex-husband…

The prince, who had returned from the battlefield, smiled maliciously. “My beloved concubine, please calm down. I brought back a mountain of gold from the battlefield as a gift for you and our children.”

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?