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Rescuing Him in Every Twisted World

Liesa Valtieri was just a psychology assistant—nothing glamorous. She picked up a case her supervising therapist had flat-out refused. That single decision dragged her into a long-term, extremely hands-on job: jumping through the fractured inner worlds of business tycoon Angus Romano, patching up the emotional blind spots of his split personalities, one world at a time. _________________________________________ World One: The CEO and His Personal Doctor The CEO leaned back dramatically on the hospital bed, eyes dark with grievance. "You only lost love," he said hoarsely. "But I lost a leg." Liesa glanced down at his medical chart, then at his perfectly intact limbs. "…Angus, it's just mild discomfort in your right leg." He stared at her in silence, then spoke with grave resolve. "If you don't love me," Angus said, " this leg can go." She rubbed her temples. "Love. I love you. Happy now?" He smiled, instantly healed. _________________________________________ World Two: Prison Kingpin and Rookie Guard "Do you like me?" he asked, casual as small talk. Liesa didn't even hesitate. "No." He nodded, "Alright. Then I'll escape tonight." "…Wait..." _________________________________________ World Three: Noble Lady and Her Devoted Attendant Liesa put a book in his hands, expression serious. "I just want you to study more," she said. "Grow up educated. Contribute to the society." The attendant hugged her waist, cheek pressed against her shoulder. "No," he said calmly. "I just want to stay with you and sleep." "..." _________________________________________ World Four: Heiress Wife and Her Husbands… Plural? Angmar Romano crossed his arms, tone cold but precise. He said, "Strictly speaking, I'm Liesa's husband. The wedding was just ruined by a certain jerk." Across the room, Durgus Romano smiled faintly. He said, "Sorry. First come, first served." Liesa stared at the two identical faces in front of her. "…OMG," she muttered, "I never would've guessed this world had two Mr. Romano. And they're twins." _________________________________________ World Five: City Lord's Wife and Her Scheming Husband Angus sighed, gaze gentle, voice full of regret. "All my life, I've only wanted one thing," he said softly."To put down the blade and be a kind, harmless man." Speechless, Liesa said, "Could you put down the knife on my neck first?" _________________________________________ ...
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Surviving A Novel I Don't Remember: A Tutor's Guide To Staying Alive

"If I can just stay under the radar, I might survive the final chapter." Kim Jowoon woke up in a novel world as the illegitimate fourth son of a marquis, Julian Von Astrea, and it looked like every single character hated him. It was a world where everyone looked like a protagonist—shining eyes, tragic backstories, destiny practically dripping off them. Everyone except him. He didn't even get a script. Then the Affection System popped up and crushed his hopes in one clean line of text: every so-called “hero” in the capital had a solid 0% interest in his continued existence. Naturally, Julian did the most reasonable thing possible—he ran. Straight into the safest job he could think of: tutoring the young son of the Empire's most reclusive (and famously cold) Duke. The plan was foolproof. Win over the kid, stay invisible, collect a fat paycheck, and live long enough to die of old age instead of plot relevance. It didn't go smoothly at first. The child barely spoke, the Duke barely appeared, and Julian briefly wondered if he'd chosen the wrong kind of death. But somehow… it worked. The Duke's son slowly warmed up to him. Lessons became warm conversations, and silence turned into trust. And even stranger, the Duke's affection level didn't just rise—it skyrocketed into something Julian absolutely had not planned for. For the first time since transmigrating, he felt safe. Then the Empire started falling apart. A masked criminal began tearing through the capital, and Julian started waking up with missing memories and an unsettling sense of déjà vu. No wounds. No explanations. Just the feeling that something had happened—and that he was better off not remembering it. He had thought he was the one being hunted. But the higher the Duke's affection climbed, the more frequent the blackouts became, and the more a terrifying possibility took shape. He came here to survive the story. Now, he was starting to suspect the Duke wasn't protecting him from the plot at all… He was protecting the plot from him.
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