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The gentle twilight cast a soft glow on Alexander's face. His striking features seemed sculpted by the gods. He was the same age as Sunny's dad, Lucas, and yet why was Alexander so gorgeous and young? Sunny had always believed her father Lucas was already impossibly handsome. But compared to Alexander, her dad suddenly seemed dimmed. "Uncle Alexander, what are you doing here?" Alexander replied gently, "Waiting for someone."Sunny tilted her head. "Who are you waiting for?"Alexander said softly, "Someone who may never come." There was a faint sadness in his eyes as he spoke, and something about it pierced Sunny' s heart. A wave of sorrow surged through her, tightening her throat and bringing tears. Sunny asked, "If the one is never coming back, why keep waiting?"Alexander looked at her and said seriously, "Because I promised her I would." Alexander then asked, "Sunny, have you ever fallen in love with someone?"Sunny answered,"Nope. My dad doesn't let me date early."Alexander smiled faintly."I did. I fell in love young."Sunny looked at him curiously, and Alexander added with a subtle smile,"Loving her was the happiest thing in my life. She means my world." Before turning twenty, Sunny had always been the apple of her billionaire father Lucas's eyes, until he was ruined overnight by his nemesis, trillionaire Alexander, the cold-blooded rising king of Chicago. Not only did this ruthless tycoon destroy Lucas's corporation, he even took Lucas's daughter Sunny back to his luxurious mansion...Then came an accident, and Sunny was back to the time when her father Lucas was still a teenager. She watched, stunned, as her father laughed wildly, hanging out with a group of reckless boys. And there he was, gripping Alexander by the collar, patting his cheek,"Admit it, Alexander, you lost, huh?" Everyone at school knew there were two people you couldn't mess with. Lucas, the heir to a powerful family, arrogant, fierce, born to be bad; Alexander, stunning, silent, stoic, with fists as hard as steel and bones even harder. They were sworn enemies. Lately, the school prince Lucas had a teenage girl trailing behind him, named Sunny, who looked 90% like him, always following in his footsteps. One day, Lucas, completely exasperated, shoved some cash into her hands. Lucas, "This is the last time. Stop following me. We are almost the same age. I can never be your dad!" Sunny was in tears, "Dad..." After that, Sunny really stopped following him. And Lucas found himself weirdly missing Sunny. Until he saw his archenemy Alexander pinning Sunny to the wall, asking coldly, "Do you like me?"Sunny blushed. "Y-yes... I do." Lucas gaped. His Sunny, dated with his nemesis Alexander? He was so furious he nearly exploded. Alexander smirked, "Admit it, Lucas, Sunny likes me, not you." Lucas, "..."

The Tragic Fate of Alex, the Rise of Diana The head of the top US consortium, Alex, met an untimely demise, and all his assets were transferred to Diana. The real heiress of The White Family was found after eighteen years. Yet, everyone mocked her, calling her uncultured, useless, and nothing more than a pretty vase. However, at the wedding of the century, when the wife of the young head of The Smith Family was revealed to be none other than the "vase" Diana, the socialites of New York City were left pounding their chests in disbelief-How could she deserve this?! After Alex's death, Diana not only had to face the covetous gazes of The Smith Family but also play the role of a leader among various powerful organizations. Alex's subordinates assured her, "We will handle everything; you just need to sit on the throne." But later... When Diana was in danger, she wielded a gun, stepping on her enemy with a dazzling smile, "Be good, and I'll give you a quick death." When her loved ones fell ill, the legendary medical master personally visited and admitted-she was Diana's senior disciple! The renowned racing legend willingly became Diana's personal driver, calling her "Boss" at every turn. Alex's subordinates were in utter disbelief, "Wasn't she supposed to be a weak little white flower, a soft and obedient golden canary?!" But Alex wasn't entirely dead. When his consciousness awakened, he found himself soul-bound to a plush doll-one that Diana had designed in his likeness. Now, he not only had to endure being dressed and undressed by Diana but also be at her mercy, bathed and squeezed in her hands... Watching her reveal one hidden identity after another, Alex was utterly dumbfounded. Even the woman he admired and respected the most-was her?! [Mini Theater 1] Alex, now in plush doll form, was held against Diana's soft, snowy chest as she stood before a mirror. Staring at his own ridiculously extravagant appearance, his expression cracked- "Is this really how she sees me in her heart?!" Diana's fingers teasingly unfastened his tiny clothes, one button at a time. Alex shut his eyes, his mind filled with only one thought- "I want to die." [Mini Theater 2] Diana stared at the dust-covered plush doll, frowning, "My doll is precious-I have to wash it myself." Alex's inner monologue, "Stay away from me!" After an intense round of scrubbing and kneading, his soul burned with shame, his spirit flushed red, on the verge of tears. Diana, completely satisfied, gave him a kiss-he turned even redder... They said Alex had a cleanliness obsession, high standards, and was impossible to please. But now? He felt that... maybe staying dirty wasn't so bad after all. [Mini Theater 3] Once back in his real body, Alex trapped Diana against the wall, his gaze burning as he questioned, "You took so much advantage of me, destroyed my innocence-how are you going to repay me?" Diana's eyes gleamed mischievously. "That bad, huh? How about you cry for me first?" Alex, "..."

"Rose, do you have to be this shameless?" He yanked her hair tighter, forcing her to lift her face. She stared straight into his eyes and let out a cold laugh. "Yeah, I'm shameless. But what, you think you're any better? Talking about marriage one minute and pounding into me like crazy the next. We're just a pair of filthy lovers, aren't we? So stop pretending to be so righteous!" Alexander is aloof and arrogant; she is wild and unrestrained. For revenge, she meticulously approaches him, shamelessly flirts with him, and cunningly schemes against him. She disrupts his engagement party, drives away his first love, and repeatedly steps on his bottom line. One late night, he corners her against the wall. "Rose, what other tricks do you have that I don't know about?" And just like that, she barges into his world, does whatever she pleases, and drags him down from his throne step by step until she completely devours him... Upon returning home, Rose discovers that CEO Alexander who just gave her a sky-high breakup fee is actually her half-sister's fiancé. He broke up with her because he got engaged to her half-sister. To make matters worse, Rose's biological mother had also met her tragic fate because of her stepmother. Her mind remained clear at all times. Now, her goal was no longer as simple as forcing Alexander to call off the engagement. Her desire had grown. She wanted to possess him completely-body and soul-to conquer him, to make him entirely hers. Only his powerful status and background could truly help her reclaim everything she had lost. She had always known what he wanted. She had always known how to provoke his anger, make him compromise, lure him into indulgence, make him lose himself-until he became a puppet of her.

My grandfather once saved the life of an elderly patriarch from a top wealthy family. When my grandfather passed away, the wealthy old man honored their agreement and arranged for me to become the fiancée of his heir, Justin. Justin was a notorious playboy, but this engagement was my grandfather's dying wish. So, I moved into Justin's home. Justin's sister, Nancy, was engaged to Alexander, the wealthiest man in the elite circle. However, Nancy looked down on me as her future sister-in-law at every turn. But when Alexander was blinded in a car accident, Nancy immediately had a one-night stand with another wealthy heir and married him in haste. And so, I became Alexander's substitute bride... A car accident left the heir of the most powerful family blind. Not only was his engagement called off, but he was also forced to marry an adopted daughter as a mere substitute. Rumors said that his new wife was uneducated, lacked taste, and had no personality-a "three-no" product. But little did they know, she was a brilliant doctor. Just three days after marrying into the family, she miraculously cured Alexander's blindness. Not only did she win the affection of his entire family, but she also firmly secured her place as the young mistress of the household. As they spent more time together, Alexander gradually discovered that his wife was an incredible hidden gem. He lost interest in work and became obsessed with spoiling his wife day and night. The small clinic he had set up for her to pass the time unexpectedly became famous far and wide. Even high-profile figures had to wait in line for an appointment... Meanwhile, as her husband, Alexander found himself needing to book a slot just to catch a glimpse of his own wife...

When Bella unexpectedly became pregnant, her boyfriend's first love happened to return to the country. The two grew close again, leaving Bella as the laughingstock of the industry. Everyone said that Megan, the fake heiress of The Hunter family, was exceptionally talented, like the bright moon in the sky, while the real heiress, Bella, was worthless-nothing more than dirt beneath their feet. What they didn't know was that the mastermind behind The Hunter family's powerful empire was Bella. The reason why The Hunter family members became renowned fashion designers, famous directors, celebrated singers, and popular idols was all because of Bella. Yet, when Bella was betrayed during her pregnancy, they forced her to marry a completely paralyzed man in exchange for benefits. Later, when Bella's true identity was revealed, The Hunter family regretted everything. Her ex-boyfriend even came to her in tears. "I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, for the sake of the child, okay?" At that moment, a cold voice rang out. "My child has nothing to do with you." Eugene, the powerful and ruthless head of The Scott family, a man who made countless socialites swoon, walked over and wrapped his arm around Bella's waist, his tone intimate. "Bella, let's go home."

After being dumped by Summer for two years, Christopher developed gynophobia-getting too close to a woman made him nauseous and want to throw up. Christopher, "Why are there ugly women everywhere? I'm going to stay single for life." His bros, "???" Then, out of nowhere, Summer returned, begging for reconciliation and affection. Christopher, "You think you can break up whenever you want and get back together just because you say so? Who do you think you are?!" Summer, "Aren't you desperate? You haven't taken care of your needs for a long time, have you?" Before she could finish, the volcano inside Christopher erupted. Christopher, "Shut the hell up!" Damn it! She really used to be his woman! She knew him too well-could even tell when he was needy?! She kissed him directly. Christopher instantly melted, like a tamed beast. His bros, "??? What happened to your gynophobia? And what's with that satisfied expression?" Christopher, "Get lost! You're watching for free and still talking too much!" Summer, "Bros, help me win Christopher back. Once I succeed, I'll give each of you a billion. He'll pay." His bros, "??? You two really are a match made in heaven!" Christopher, "You guys made a group chat behind my back?" Everyone left the chat immediately... "Summer, just be patient. Big bro is easy to coax."

In public, he was a ruthless and terrifying business demon, but in private, he was a devoted wife-doting man. He indulged her every whim, clearing all obstacles for her, allowing her to do as she pleased, and spoiling her beyond reason at the slightest provocation. He said, "Cathy, in the past, you didn't have the luxury to be willful. From today onward, you do." She smiled sweetly. "Mr. Owen, I'm clinging to you for life." "My honor, Mrs. Owen." To save her family, Cathy had no choice but to enter into a fake marriage with Roderick, helping him secretly meet with his lover, Tracy, while enduring Tracy's humiliation. She had long grown used to such treatment-it was, after all, just a financial transaction. But what she never expected was that, by sheer coincidence, Roderick's greatest and most feared rival, Anthony, actually wanted to keep her as his mistress. And the most shocking part? She was still, at least in name, Roderick's wife... and Anthony was rumored to be Roderick's uncle.

Betty, the eldest daughter of The White family in New York City, was sent to live in a remote countryside for eighteen years due to her parents' divorce. Upon her return, she was labeled with all kinds of nicknames: "country bumpkin," "hillbilly"... Henry, known as Mr. William in New York City, has a mysterious background and wields immense power-no one dares to offend him. Two completely unrelated people were suddenly informed one day: They. Were. Married! For Betty: "It doesn't matter who I marry, but if I don't want to, whoever dares to force me... I'll kill them." For Mr. William: Before meeting Betty: "My wife? The position of a top elite lady in New York City is not for just anyone." "No matter where she is, find that woman and bring her to me!" "This arranged marriage must be annulled!" After meeting Betty: "My wife is a top-tier hacker, and I'm shocked." "My wife is a godly doctor, and I'm in awe." "My wife is a master of the mystical arts, and I bow to her." "My wife has too many hidden identities... Suddenly, I feel unworthy of her!" For everyone else: "Mr. William, we advise you not to show off too much."

The man's expression was indifferent, his facial features sharp and well-defined. A faint smile played on his lips, but it never reached his eyes, making him appear gentle yet unapproachable. His slightly upturned peach blossom eyes held light brown irises, exuding a hint of allure when his gaze was lowered. Completely different from her brother's deep black eyes. She had expected to see her brother, but instead, she was met with a stranger, while her brother was nowhere to be found. For a moment, Lily's mind went blank, unsure of how to react. The scene seemed frozen in time. Neither of them moved. Before long, the man lowered his eyes again, slowly and methodically extinguishing his cigarette, his demeanor relaxed and lazy. He didn't seem inclined to speak, remaining silent as he got up to open the window for ventilation. Watching his actions, Lily, feeling lost, hesitantly called out, "...Brother?" That was their first meeting. Later, she would come to understand that he was her brother's best friend. At thirteen, Lily secretly fell for a man. The man had a cold and lazy air about him, spoke with a casual drawl, and often came to her house, spending entire afternoons in her brother's room playing video games. Whenever she went in to deliver fruit or snacks, he would lazily lift his gaze, smiling devilishly, "Kid, what's up with you? You blush every time you see me."

"You saved me, so I'll have my daddy pledge himself to you!" Ada unexpectedly saved a cutie, and in return, she got the cutie's heartthrob father. After their marriage, Gray doted on his wife, always obedient and loving. "Boss, are you really going to let the boss lady take over the company? You won't stop her if she wants to sell it?" "Sell my company? I have plenty of companies. The most important thing is to make my wife happy." "Boss, it's bad! The boss lady says she wants to tear off the roof!" "Go help her with the ladder, protect her well." "Daddy, thank you for the toys, dolls, and cake you bought for me!" "That was for your mother." "Honey, I really like this script. Can I take the role?" Gray remained calm. "Do whatever you want." "In this script, there are some steamy, passionate scenes with another man." "I will always support you, and I won't restrict your freedom." That night, Ada scrambled out of bed. "Gray! You liar! You're just jealous!" The next day, Ada had to stay home to rest because of the intense bedroom activities.

Eighteen-year-old Anne had her first vivid and passionate sex dream. In the midst of its ups and downs, she couldn't make out the other person's face. But when she woke up, she found herself clutching a man's hand tightly. "Brother Arthur?" Twenty-three-year-old Arthur slowly pried her tightly clasped hands away, his face devoid of expression. "Next time you take an afternoon nap, lock your door." Anne was the fiancée of Arthur's younger brother, Austin. A contractual marriage arranged and welcomed by both families from an early age. However, Anne and Arthur had always maintained a secret relationship since then. He loved her body. His touch was cherishing but his heart is cruel. Yet, Arthur was always attempted to sever her engagement with Austin. "Break you engagement with Austin” “Will you marry me?” “I already have a fiancee” Little did Arthur know, Austin was fully aware of their forbidden relationship-and secretly, he, too, had a secret entanglement with Anne.

Delia's first love became her brother-in-law. To avoid a scandal, her family kept setting her up on blind dates. She heard that billionaire Elijah had a popular game called the "Three-Month Lover." In order to escape her family's matchmaking, she entered a three-month contract relationship with the notorious playboy. Delia cautiously asked him, "Why do you want to marry me?" "Delia, you are my destiny." Delia blinked. Elijah leisurely closed the file in his hands and said, "So, to keep things fair, we get married. Now that you're officially Mrs. Johnson, I'll also be the one who stays with you the longest." Delia: "..." That actually sounds absurd. Before meeting Elijah, Delia believed she would never fall in love again. After marrying Elijah, Delia was even more certain she never would.

Shirley had been Lucas' girlfriend since their university days-obedient, well-behaved, sweet, and innocent, always clinging to him like a delicate bird in love. However, no one believed that Shirley and Lucas would have a future together. Lucas came from a prestigious family, born into wealth and privilege. The moment he graduated, he swiftly eliminated his rivals and became the president of The William Family, standing at the pinnacle with a bright future ahead. Meanwhile, Shirley came from a modest background, unfamiliar with the ways of high society. Perhaps the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her in this lifetime was meeting Lucas, who was on an exchange program at their university. Lucas himself never thought they would last forever. But since their relationship had been pleasant over the years, he had no complaints. Just as he signed the check, preparing to break up with her, he unexpectedly stumbled upon an online diary Shirley had been keeping: Day 1 of waiting for Lucas' breakup fee: Hehe, officially his girlfriend now! So happy! ... Day 1674 of waiting for Lucas' breakup fee: Almost five years now. F***, Lucas, you monster, I will kill you. Lucas' face turned dark. Shirley had a strong feeling that Lucas was going to break up with her tonight. She suppressed her excitement, carefully did her makeup, curled her hair, put on her best dress, and wore her usual gentle and understanding smile, waiting to receive her well-earned eight-figure breakup fee. The candlelight from their dinner flickered on Lucas' face. Lucas put down his phone, suppressing his anger. Staring at the gentle, lovely smile in front of him, he suddenly said, "Shirley," "Let's get married."

The entire social circle knew that Anna, the eldest daughter of The Jones family, was a hopeless simp. Back in the day, Albert had married her under family pressure, but even after five years of marriage, he found her so repulsive that he wouldn't spare her a glance. To avoid her, he often stayed out late into the night. On their wedding anniversary, Anna discovered that her scumbag husband was cheating on her. That night, she did the craziest thing she had ever done-she got drunk and slept with a man who had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and devastatingly handsome looks. After a night of passion, Anna casually transferred $500,000 to him as a "tip" and left without looking back. Later, at a banquet, she witnessed the elites and power players of high society fawning over the very man she had slept with, showing him the utmost respect. It was only then that she realized-he was none other than the legendary, untouchable, and fearsome billionaire, the wealthiest man in New York City! Anna instantly knew she had messed with the wrong person. She turned and tried to flee, only to be cornered against the wall by the noble and aloof man. His eyes were tinged with red, his expression full of grievance as he said, "You slept with me, so now you have to take responsibility!" ... Albert had always wanted to rid himself of Anna. However, after their divorce, he gradually realized how irreplaceable she was. It wasn't until he saw her gazing at that billionaire with tenderness and affection that he completely lost his mind. Regret consumed him as he fell to his knees, begging for reconciliation. But before he could get close, the billionaire kicked him away and warned coldly: "If you dare lay a finger on my woman again, I'll make sure your entire Smith family is buried along with you!"

Sunny's father was the driver for the top-tier Stuart family. On the day her father passed away, it was pouring rain when Colin approached her with his deep voice saying, "Come with me." He took her in and protected her for nine years. When Sunny heard that Colin almost had a falling-out with his family for the woman he loved, she understood that he didn't have feelings for her and chose to exit gracefully. However, under the enchanting moonlight, they ended up spending the night together. The next afternoon, she woke up to find Richard, Colin's younger brother, lying beside her. Sunny sincerely suggested, "You seemed to enjoy yourself last night; how about we part ways amicably?" Richard smiled mischievously, "I didn't have enough fun, so we can't part just yet." The man was casually wearing a bath towel around his waist, with droplets of water running down his forehead, tracing the lines of his collarbone, and disappearing into the towel. His natural sensuality was undeniable. He smirked and lazily said, "Be responsible, Sunny." Later, at a banquet, when Sunny felt unwell and left early, Colin rushed to find her. He knocked on the door of the lounge, but inside, Richard had tightly wrapped his arms around Sunny's waist, pressing her against the door, kissing her passionately, and murmuring, "Tell him to leave." Richard was notorious for his reckless behavior. Everyone thought he was just playing games, passing time. Until one day, the social circle was abuzz: Richard had written a love letter to Sunny. The young aristocrats immediately denied it, saying it was impossible, that it had to be fake! How could the notorious playboy of the prestigious family lower himself like that? The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation. Richard lazily smiled and corrected, "I written two letters-one love letter, one marriage proposal."

Mist had been feeling a little... off lately. The moment she saw a man, her cheeks would flush, and her legs would go weak. After much internal struggle and hesitation, she finally decided to deal with this unspeakable physical urge of hers. She debated whether to have a one-night stand-preferably one that could turn into something long-term. But there was a catch: she was only attracted to the most stunning, top-tier men. As luck would have it, an unbelievably gorgeous man was right next door. So, she set her sights on her neighbor- A heartbreakingly handsome yet sharp-tongued heartthrob... with a broken leg. Charles, a well-known socialite recovering in seclusion after an injury, suddenly found himself facing the most peculiar romantic pursuit of his life. His actress neighbor, Mist, was very hands-on in expressing her interest in him. But the funniest part? She neither remembered that he was her brother's best friend nor noticed that his face was plastered all over billboards and magazines. To her, he was just another shameless flirt who would take the bait the moment she dangled it before him. How adorably naive.

Amelia is married, but she doesn't even know it, and her husband turns out to be the richest man! Amelia is a secret illegitimate child, struggling and fighting to survive since childhood. The richest man is a prodigy, born high above. Their statuses are worlds apart, and everyone is waiting for Amelia to be kicked out. But instead, they only receive a post from the richest man, "Wife, I love you so much. Can we not get a divorce? You mean the world to me. I can't live without you." Everyone, The heartthrob billionaire has just temporarily been fooled by this woman. He'll eventually discover that she's just like her gold-digging mother, a shameless woman. What? Amelia is the world-renowned, famous Doctor Amy? The latest post from the heartthrob billionaire, "Wife, I'm proud of you, willing to forever bow down to you. Please feel free to dominate me." Amelia, "???"

Alsa fights against her evil family to save the business her mother left behind. She is busy exposing the true face of her betraying ex-boyfriend and successfully countering the various schemes of her half-sister. The renowned billionaire of the business empire, Vincent, constantly finds reasons to confess his feelings to Alsa, wanting to date and propose to her. "Isn't it said that CEO Vincent has very high standards, even ignoring her beautiful half-sister?" Vincent squints, leaning back on the sofa, his movements relaxed yet elegant. "Baby, call me hubby." Alsa swallows hard, staring at Vincent's perfect face, almost godlike, and his model-like, sexy physique. Vincent, though a heartthrob to many, only loves her. With his long legs, toned waist, and strong chest muscles, he’s practically tempting her, making her want to abandon her duties!

I knelt on the cold stone of the Dragon God Altar, waiting to marry Lord Harper Carney. It was my only chance to escape the gilded cage of my family. But when Harper finally arrived, he wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped tightly around my cousin, Hettie. Right in front of the entire court, he coldly announced that our marriage was a mistake. Hettie leaned into his embrace, wearing a triumphant smile while playing the innocent victim. The assembled nobles openly jeered at me. They mocked my greatest failing—that I was a worthless "Dragonless" born without the inner fire. My own father was furious, not at them, but at me. He demanded I go to Hettie's estate and beg for her forgiveness. When I refused, he threatened to cut off all my funds and revoke my only job at the Royal Scribes' Office. I was publicly abandoned, stripped of my dignity, and left with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. Why should I be the one to apologize when they were the ones who betrayed me? For years, I had endured their abuse, treated like a pawn to be sacrificed at will. But looking at their smug faces, my despair turned into cold resolve. I took off my betrothal coronet and dropped it at Harper's feet, publicly nullifying the contract myself. I thought I would have to face the ruin alone, until a mysterious, powerful man with burning golden eyes stepped out of the shadows. "Marry me," he said. "I will be your shield, and we will crush them together."

I woke up to the stench of rust and rotting flesh, no longer a master botanist who commanded life itself, but a D-class exile dumped on a wasteland planet. Memories that weren't mine flooded in. I was framed by my stepsister, betrayed by my fiancé, and banished by my own family to the Ashfall Peninsula to die. The original girl actually starved to death in despair. The moment I opened my eyes, a scavenger tried to smash my skull with a rusty pipe just to eat me. After I killed him to survive, I discovered a harsher truth: in this universe, plant seeds are classified as A-level strategic resources, completely monopolized by the Imperium. But the universe had a sick sense of humor. A mandatory background scan suddenly triggered a galactic broadcast: I, the exiled trash, was a perfect genetic match for the Imperium's top war hero, General Alexander Orr. The family that ruthlessly erased my existence instantly saw me as a golden ticket. My cheating ex-fiancé was dispatched to drag me back, furious that his "property" was matched with someone else. They all thought I was still that weak, naive girl they could manipulate. But as I held the pure, glowing Life Source Crystals I had secretly extracted from the scrap heap, a cold smile crept onto my face. "I didn't come here to die. I came here to build an empire." I turned my back on the galactic broadcast and stepped into the deadly wilderness.

Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power.

On my eighteenth birthday, I expected the Federal Matchmaking Bureau to give me the same answer it always had. No Match Found. For years, I had survived as the Greer family's defective male Omega-an embarrassment with no detectable pheromones, no beast-mark potential, and no chance of producing the powerful Alpha heir my father wanted. A failed test meant freedom. It would unlock my late mother's fortune and let me disappear for good. Then the machine demanded a blood sample. The next second, the entire Bureau went into lockdown. Duncan Cain, the Empire's youngest war general. Hollis Beaumont, the crown prince of our enemy empire. A pirate lord, a king, the Alliance's chief diplomat... Six of the most powerful Alphas in the galaxy. All matched to me at 100%. My father, who had treated me like a worthless stray for eighteen years, suddenly seized my arm with greedy eyes. "Ansel, you're going to make this family untouchable." My stepsister watched in horror as the Bureau declared me a Shared Treasure of Humanity. Armed guards surrounded me. The Empire decided my body, my future, and six Alpha suitors all belonged to them now. They had no idea I was never the weak, obedient Omega they thought I was. I was an ace mech pilot, the secret heir to a fortune large enough to buy my freedom, and I had spent years preparing one perfect escape. So while my father dreamed of selling me to the highest bidder, I opened my terminal and sent a single encrypted message. They thought they had trapped a helpless Omega. Instead, they had just started my contingency plan.

On my wedding day, I caught my fiancé in my stepsister's arms. She was pregnant with his child. And instead of begging for forgiveness, Damian Harrison laughed in my face. He admitted he had always planned to marry me, dump me in some forgotten country estate, and keep my stepsister as the woman he truly loved. So I burned my wedding veil in front of the entire Harrison family and walked away. That should have been the end of it. Instead, Damian's mother sent armed men after me. Why? Because I was a Dragonless nobody from the borderlands, and in her eyes, humiliating a Harrison was a crime worse than her son's betrayal. I had no dragon blood. No powerful family willing to protect me. Not even my own father would risk offending the Harrisons for my sake. If I wanted to survive, I needed someone they feared more than they hated me. So I returned to the Harrison estate and made an outrageous demand. I would marry Damian's uncle. Gideon Harrison-the legendary Dragon Lord, the kingdom's greatest war hero... and a man everyone believed was dead. Perfect. As his widow, I would outrank the man who betrayed me, become his aunt by marriage, and gain enough power to make every Harrison who humiliated me regret it. I signed the marriage pact without hesitation. Then a knight burst into the ancestral hall with impossible news. Gideon Harrison was alive. My dead husband wasn't dead. He was being brought home.

On my twenty-first birthday, I was just a broke orphan sitting in a dark apartment, staring at an overdue rent notice. A freak lightning strike suddenly shattered my reality, tearing me from Earth and dropping me into a primal alien jungle, where I was cornered by a massive white tiger. I thought I was dead, but I woke up in a high-tech hospital surrounded by people with animal ears, scales, and tails. The doctor looked at me with pity and delivered the crushing truth. "Earth is a lost world, Anya. To us, you are a purebred human relic." In this Varden Empire ruled by genetically superior Beastkin, I was painfully fragile, physically weak, and treated like a delicate museum exhibit. Worse, I learned that the monstrous tiger from the jungle was actually Marshal Jaxon Kensington, the ruthless and overwhelmingly powerful commander of the Imperial Army. I felt completely helpless and suffocated. I was trapped in an alien world where I was inferior to everyone, terrified of the military monster who had brought me here. Why was I dragged into this brutal universe just to be a weak specimen? What I didn't know was that the Empire's registry had just paired my DNA with the Marshal's, flashing an impossible 99% compatibility match. By Imperial Law, the cold, untouchable commander was now permanently bound to me, and his terrifying, primal obsession had just been awakened.

My engagement to Kile, the heir of House Golden, was witnessed by the Duke himself. I thought my days as a helpless orphan were over. But right before our wedding, he coldly informed me that my status was being revoked. I was to enter his family as a lesser consort. The title of primary wife was being given to his lover, Journey. She hid behind Kile, wearing a spotless white dress and trembling like a fragile lotus. "Cassie, please don't blame him, I can live without a title," she cried, playing the perfect victim. Kile shielded her, glaring at me with pure disgust, shouting that I was being completely unreasonable. The next day, the entire Elder Council cornered me in their grand hall. They told me that as a "Dragonless" nobody, I should be immensely grateful for any scrap they threw my way. They all stared at me, waiting for me to swallow my pride and accept a lifetime of humiliation. They thought I was entirely broken. They thought I had no backing and no choice but to bow down to their cruelty. Instead, I looked straight at the Chief Elder and smiled. "I refuse to be a lesser consort," I announced clearly, watching Kile's smug expression freeze. "But to preserve our families' dignity, I will fulfill the contract." I looked right into Kile's shocked eyes. "I will marry your dead older brother, Lord Ayden."

For five years, I poured my blood and sweat into restoring ancient manuscripts to save my fiancé Chalmers's family business from bankruptcy. But on the morning of our wedding, he abandoned me at the altar. He rushed off to comfort his childhood friend, Edla, who claimed to have a catastrophic injury. Under local guild laws, if I wasn't legally married by sunset, Chalmers's family would seize the proprietary rights to every single manuscript I had restored. When I went home to pack my things, Edla showed up leaning on Chalmers, wearing bandages stained with fake bakery dye and a luxury sweater that still had the anti-theft tag attached. She cried theatrical tears, begging me not to punish Chalmers. Instead of seeing her obvious lies, Chalmers called me a heartless, spiteful statue. He demanded I apologize, arrogantly offering a cheap steak dinner as compensation for my ruined wedding. He sneered that no man in town would ever marry a penniless orphan like me, and I would be begging on his doorstep by the end of the week. I looked at the man I had supported through 47 of Edla's orchestrated emergencies, feeling utterly disgusted by his endless manipulation and greed. Did he really think my dignity and my life's work were worth so little? I threw his cheap engagement ring directly into the greasy trash can. Then, I walked straight into the municipal registry hall and proposed to Everette Holmes—a paralyzed, debt-ridden outcast who radiated an unnerving, freezing aura. This time, I would rather tie my fate to a dangerous stranger than let Chalmers own my future.

I gave Kaelen Sterling everything. My fortune. My family's trust. Even the military secrets that should never have left my father's hands. He swore he loved me. Then he used me to destroy my entire family. My father was beheaded for treason. My brothers died on the battlefield. My sick mother coughed up blood until her final breath. And the fortune my mother had saved for me became the stepping stone Kaelen and his precious "savior," Jacqueline Byrd, used to climb into the highest circles of the kingdom. When there was nothing left to steal, Kaelen locked me inside an abandoned manor and set it on fire. Through the flames, I saw him holding Jacqueline in his arms. She was pregnant with his child. And she was wearing silk bought with my mother's dowry. "Burn it all," Kaelen said coldly. "Leave no trace." I died screaming his name. Then I opened my eyes. I was twenty again. Kaelen had just returned from the battlefield after being declared dead for two years—and standing beside him was Jacqueline, looking fragile and innocent as ever. "She saved my life," he told me. "You will accept her." In my last life, I did. This time, I slapped him across the face. Then I burned our marriage contract. They all thought grief had driven me mad. They had no idea I remembered everything. Every betrayal. Every secret. Every scandal that had not happened yet. I knew which noble houses would fall. I knew which princes would rise. I knew the hidden weaknesses of the people who would one day control the Dragon Court. And they had forgotten something else. I was never just a wealthy heiress. I knew herbs. I knew alchemy. I knew how to survive a royal court where one wrong move could cost an entire family its head. Kaelen wanted my fortune. Jacqueline wanted my place. My stepmother wanted my mother's power. And the men above them wanted to use House Croft as another piece on their board. Let them try. I died once as their pawn. This life, I will take back my family, my fortune, and every drop of blood they owe me. And when I am finished, I won't just survive the Dragon Court. I will rule it.

I took a blood-binding curse to save my younger sister Danae, ruining my magic affinity forever. Instead of gratitude, she stole our mother's token and convinced our father to dump me at a school for magical rejects. In my past life, I actually believed her sweet lies. I thought she was shielding me from the cruel aristocratic academies. I went to that unfashionable boarding school, only to be ground into dust by rogue curses and treated like garbage. Meanwhile, she lived in a palace, surrounded by devoted admirers and endless luxury. When I was finally dragged to the execution pyre, my own father and sister stood in the high stands, watching me burn alive with cold satisfaction. I died screaming in agony, clawing at my scorched skin, utterly betrayed by the family I had bled for. Until the flames consumed me, I didn't understand. Why did the sister I sacrificed everything for want me dead? Why was my devotion rewarded with a fiery grave? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the very morning of my departure to that trash magic school. Danae walked into my room with a warm mug of milk, a razor-thin smear of satisfaction flashing across her lips. She thought she was the only one who had returned to the past. "Sister, you look terrible. Did you have that nightmare again?" This time, I will gladly take the train to the school of rejects. Not to hide in shame, but to build an altar of bone and ruin out of everyone who burned me alive.