I can see how many times I’ll meet someone. For most people, the number is 1. But my childhood friend’s number was 31,441. So I believed he was my soulmate. I would do anything for him. But Chase always looked at my body with disgust. Then his number suddenly dropped to 9. At the same time, another boy appeared. His number was long enough to last a lifetime. This time, I chose differently.
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Up to EP 25He Called My Dad Trash—Then Begged Him for MercyAll
Up to EP 25The Plus-Size Mom's $500K Mafia ContractAll
Up to EP 25My Husband’s Three Secret KidsAll
Up to EP 26My Catfish Is My Billionaire BossAll
Up to EP 100The Mafia Heir They Shouldn't Have CrossedAll
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Up to EP 30Targeted By My Possessive StepbrotherAll
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