The Color Of The Canvas

Alessandro Smith was raised in a family where torment and murder were chosen pastimes, and his childhood was marred by kidnapping and abuse. This volatile upbringing molded Alessandro into a cold and spiteful individual who held a deep animosity for mankind.

Outside of tormenting his enemies, Alessandro harbored a less sinister hobby: painting. His artwork stunned his teachers and tempted affluent patrons to part with their wealth for his creations.

No one really knew the ingredients of the crimson paint he favored.

An unexpected encounter brought a girl into Alessandro's life, challenging his understanding of the world.

Warning: This book is filled with violent and explicit content, which might repulse and discomfort some readers.

The Flawed Marriage

To inherit his family's billion-dollar empire, ruthless perfectionist CEO August must fulfill his father's final demand: marry another man—the son of the tycoon's best friend—to seal a decades-old promise. The contract stipulates: the marriage lasts exactly one year. Divorce? Only if the other requests it. Determined to end this absurdity quickly, August vows to control his emotions and secure total corporate control. But his plan crumbles when forced proximity to his unexpected husband awakens desires he swore he'd buried... Can he keep his heart guarded for a full year? Or will he become ensnared by feelings he never planned to embrace?
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After Transmigrating Into the Book, Prime Minister Made My Legs Weak

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When faced with the new bride forced upon him by his parents, Wen Jian felt no ripples in his heart. Expressionless, he said to her, “Since you have entered the Wen family, you must adhere to the virtues of a wife. I need to strive and study to achieve success in the imperial examinations. The relationship between husband and wife will only affect my studies. In short, I will not touch you, so don’t stir up any trouble for me!”

These words were exactly what Ji Sang had in mind.

Ji Sang, hidden beneath a red veil, had a soft and gentle voice as she obediently replied, “Alright.”

Half a month later.

With a fine layer of sweat on her forehead, Ji Sang’s delicate lower abdomen faintly revealed an ere*t object. She looked up with teary eyes and cried out, “Ah… Wen Jian, you said you wanted to study hard and achieve success… Ah, slower…”

Wen Jian’s deep black eyes fixed on the