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WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOK Heena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean. “HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!” Her eye twitched. Not now. Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings. “System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.” “But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!” “Not my problem.” “You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!” “Exactly why I deserve a vacation.” “No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!” Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.” “Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging. Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous. . . . The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in. Empress Celeste Ravencourt. Five husbands. A dying empire. “Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.” A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.” “Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?” “Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.” Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily. “Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.” She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place. At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone. Wine was poured into her glass. Poisoned. Obvious. They watched her closely. Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly. “To new beginnings.” She drank it all. The silence cracked. Nothing happened. Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief. Heena leaned back, calm and smiling. “Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Jemina Ellengarde should have been living a fairytale. She was beautiful, noble, and married to the most powerful man in the empire—the cold and untouchable Duke Noctellis Ellengarde, the hero revered across the continent. People envied her. They whispered that the duke loved her so deeply he kept her hidden from society itself. The truth was far less romantic. After years of mistaking indifference for devotion, Jemina finally realizes something devastating: Her husband never truly loved her at all. She runs away into the most dangerous place in the empire: The Null Forest. But surviving the Null Forest is only the beginning. What starts as a desperate escape slowly becomes something far bigger than Jemina ever intended. A hidden lodge in the trees. A sanctuary for women with nowhere else to go. A growing family made up of lamias, monsters, mercenaries, emotionally troubled girls, and one increasingly overworked duchess who somehow became responsible for all of them. Now Jemina must learn how to survive deadly creatures, protect the people under her care, and manage the absolute chaos of life inside the Null Forest— All while her dangerously complicated husband slowly makes his way into the very forest she ran to escape.

After waking from a bizarre dream, Suzy Kale discovers a horrifying truth—she’s transmigrated into an apocalyptic novel. And not as the heroine. She’s nothing more than a disposable side character destined to die after being betrayed by her own half-sister. With only three months left before the world descends into chaos, Suzy is determined to rewrite her fate this time around. She awakens her spatial ability ahead of schedule, stockpiles billions’ worth of survival supplies, and builds an impregnable safehouse to survive the coming disasters. Everything is going according to plan… Until she’s suddenly bound to a bizarre system known as the "Handsome Men Collection Guide." [Bind a qualified target to receive rewards.] [Close contact with targets increases your strength.] “…So this system basically wants me to flirt my way through the apocalypse?!” At first, she only approaches these men for the rewards and power boosts. But before long, the way they look at her starts becoming increasingly dangerous. "Wait a second... I only wanted the freebies. I never meant to make all of them fall for me!"

After dying in the apocalypse, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, Roanna “Rory” Smith wakes up in an Interstellar Beast World—a place where females are scarce and paired with multiple beast mates. But the quality of her mates depends on her rank. After five years of diligent work across the stars, Rory is blessed with incredible luck: she matches with nine extraordinary beasts. There’s just one problem—these nine male beasts either want to dissolve the match, ignore her, or try to swindle her wealth. Fed up, Rory decides to break all the matches and wait for a better batch. Then, suddenly, her mates come groveling for her attention, offering her all the power, riches, and status they possess. What kind of beastly magic is this?!

They say seven is the number of perfection. For Luna Seraphine, it was the number that ended her silence. Six times, she tore the divorce papers apart, choosing love over pride, endurance over dignity, surrendering to the cruel demands of the mate who never cherished her. The seventh time, she signed her name without trembling. Alpha Ravyn panicked. His mistress, Daisy, the daughter of Seraphine’s former nanny, laughed it off. She’s only throwing a tantrum, they said. She’ll crawl back. They were wrong. The truth shattered what little remained of her heart: the child she had loved and raised for six years was never hers. That revelation became her breaking point. This time, Luna Seraphine walked away without looking back. As her power rose, so did Ravyn’s regret. The Alpha who once discarded her now slept outside her door, desperate for a single glance. But the woman who opened that door was no longer the Luna he broke. Cold, untouchable, unforgiving. Ravyn fell to his knees, begging for her hand, only to realize he was no longer the only one. Men of influence and power now competed for her attention because Luna Seraphine was no longer just a Luna. She was a world-renowned business mogul, a shadowed philanthropist. The most sought-after surgeon of her time, and a cyber genius. Then, a powerful, cold Alpha, one infamous for hating women, just shook the entire werewolf world and the North American billionaire elite, the Sovereign Circle, with a single tweet. “Sera is mine. I’ll pluck out the eyes of anyone who dares to look at her.” The internet exploded. The pack world went silent, and Ravyn… lost his mind. But the real question is this, will he dare challenge the richest, most powerful Alpha in the world… for the ex-wife he let go?

Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.” **** Per Golden Ticket = 2 extra chapters

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

Some stories start off like a fairytale. Some start off mediocre. Phoebe's started with untold tragedies. With a burning desire for freedom. A father who hates her. Where she’s taught neglect and abuse is love. She will stop at nothing to escape and reach her dreams. Taeyung was a boy raised to be a monster. A man with a deadly obsession. Where power through fear and blood became a second language. Her fire, her bite, her strength. It was a trap and he fell right in. Consumed by a desperation to own her. He’d burn the world for her. Tear down empires. Nothing will stop him. He would have her or no one else would. —————————————————— *This is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, Cinderella story with a kick ass female lead, who breaks through your typical narrative. The male lead is toxic and has a lot of growth to make but he does grow! So give him a chance, he may impress you* ~Please Check Auxiliary Chapters for Trigger Warnings, Photos, and Terms to know~

Su Wanyan read a novel that a friend recommended to her, saying how she'll have a love-hate relationship with it. However, what she didn't expect was that she's going to get transmigrated there—as the Alpha cannon fodder, no less! Armed with her knowledge in the novel, she decided to live a salted fish life and stay far, far away from the main plot. However, due to circumstances, she kept getting pulled right in! “While Moonlight (FL), if you keep this up, I'll be thrown in the gutters!” _-_-_-_-_-_-_ Hello! This is my first work, so please bear with me. Oh and this isn't a translated work, I just used Chinese names and settings as those are what I often read, so I thought, “Hey, why not?“ Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this! {Oh and the cover photo is AI generated, if you aren't comfortable with that, then it's up to you whether you still want to read this. Have a nice day!} _-_-_-_-_-_- So, if you read my previous work, this is seriously my first work. Lol, I thought why not bring this thing here? So, here I am.

The Interstellar Era brought a new reality for humanity. Pollution and space pirates became the latest problems for the government. To Mu Ning, however, things weren't simple. At the height of her career, she got in an accident and ended up becoming a task executor. After completing countless missions and finally returning to her own world, she was greeted by two adorable twins… glaring at her. The worst part? They looked an awful lot like her. After digging deeper, Mu Ning almost wanted to beat herself up. Six years had passed since her accident, and another soul had taken over her body, leaving chaos everywhere. Bringing down her parents? Check. Ruining her sibling’s career? Check. Forcing a marriage with her long-time crush and earning the worst impression possible? Check. Mistreating her own children? Check. Destroying her entertainment company? Check. The checklist went on until Mu Ning’s head throbbed. Her only comfort was that she still knew tons of Earth recipes and had the spirit farmer to purify the land she owned. With danger hanging over her like a blade, Mu Ning had to fix everything and survive... while swearing to find the soul that messed up her life. And at the same time, she had to deal with her husband’s scheming white moonlight, an adopted daughter trying to steal her place, and a mother-in-law who couldn’t stand her! Rolling up her sleeves, Mu Ning let out a cold laugh. After living in so many worlds, very few things could truly scare her. ......................................................................... Extract 1: "Sign this divorce paper, if you still have even a little shame left." The cold, distant crown prince of the empire, Liam, looked at Mu Ning with complete indifference. Mu Ning felt her heart twist painfully. She had liked this man for more than five years. But some relationships simply couldn’t be forced. With a quiet sigh in her heart, Mu Ning signed the divorce papers. .......................................................................... Extract 2: [Alert! To survive, you must kiss Mu Ning within 10 seconds!] Liam blinked at Mu Ning with an innocent expression and blurted out, "Wife, my system is asking me to kiss you 10 times." System: "..." Liar! Mu Ning smirked coldly. "Get lost."

"Reincarnating is a ruddy pain. Seriously. Especially when, after countless gloriously powerful (and occasionally catastrophic) existences, you end up stuck in the body of a hormonally unstable teenager, complete with wolf ears that insist on having a life of their own and a tail that makes finding decent trousers a proper nightmare. Oh, and as the cherry on top of my cosmic suffering, I've landed in Fiore, a place with an alarming lack of common sense and an abundance of loud mages. To make my already questionable luck even worse, I’ve ended up in Fairy Tail, a guild that apparently has 'chaos' and 'destruction of others' property' as its mottos. My only constant companion is Eos, my sarcastic and annoyingly omniscient AI. Oh, and apparently, I'm now a magnet for teenagers with muddled feelings and a tendency for over-the-top reactions whenever I interact with… well, with anyone who breathes. Between perilous missions (for them, I'm more concerned about the quality of the tea), dramas that would make a demon lord weep, and the constant threat of developing any sort of feeling (the horror!), I try to survive yet another incarnation. At least it isn't boring. Most of the time." ----------------------(*) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hello, this is the first time I'm posting a fanfic. I've written several fanfics before, but I've never had the courage to post them, not least because I only write in my free time and have never had to worry about deadlines for posting. Right then, a heads-up: this novel won't be a harem. The protagonist will have several love interests pursuing her, but only one (or perhaps two) will actually win her heart. Another note: English isn't my first language. To be honest, I'm still taking English classes and decided to give myself this challenge. I wrote the fanfic in my native language first and then attempted to translate it with my current English skills. So, if there are any mistakes or awkwardly phrased sentences, I'd appreciate it if you could point them out in the comments, explaining them, so I can try my best to correct them.

Ever since she was born, Dahlia has been hearing a calm, soothing voice in her mind — her guardian He has fought unseen battles, broken countless walls, and risked everything to protect her But she has never once seen his face Now grown, Dahlia is determined to meet him. Her search leads her to an abandoned library, where a single book calls out to her The moment she opens it, shadows stir A cold hand grips her shoulder. A chilling whisper breathes against her ear, "You shall not find the truth, mortal" Who is her guardian? Why can they never meet? Who must she face to uncover the secrets? Will she succeed… or will ruin befall her?

PS: THIS IS NOT A SYSTEM BOOK Camilla Hudson was the world’s most sought-after assassin, known only as "The Black Widow." After years of bloodshed, hunting down corrupt politicians, she finally collected her final paycheck, laid down her sniper and prepared for a peaceful retirement of luxury and... WebNovels. But when her favorite story is left on a brutal cliffhanger, Camilla does what any frustrated reader would do: she trashes the author in the comments. "I could do a better job than this!" The Universe took her literally. Transmigrated into the body of the pathetic, love-crazed Lady Camilla, the female lead who just attempted suicide over a divorce. To return to her world, she must give the book an ending and mark it completed. Her plan? Sign the papers, take the money, and leave or she would be stuck inside the story forever. However, she’s been granted a terrifying new perk—The Cursed Tongue. Every "bad" word she utters becomes a reality. But there’s a secret perk she doesn't know about: Lord Damon can hear every single one of her murderous, sarcastic thoughts. The General, who once overlooked his clingy wife, is now terrified, intrigued, and utterly obsessed with the "new" Camilla. As she tries to sprint toward a "Happily Ever After" (and a quick exit), the General suddenly tears up the divorce papers. "You want to leave, wife? Over my dead body." Can Camilla write her own ending when the Male Lead refuses to follow the script?

Veronica went from college boyfriend-girlfriend to husband and wife with Jonathan Rollings. They got married and on Jonathan’s request, kept their marriage a secret. He even gave her a silver band saying one day he would change it to a diamond ring. Two years after their marriage, Jonathan met Imelda who promised to help him build his business for a favor. Fulfilling this favor, seven years have passed by. Today, she’s still legally married to Jonathan Rollings, now one of the city's most powerful men, yet she serves wine at his parties in a server's uniform while Imelda openly calls him her fiance. Not only this, to the world, her husband is dead. Even her daughter cannot call her father Jonathan and must call him “Mr. Rollings”, while Imelda’s son calls him “dad” in public. She has endured it all in silence, hoping one day he will accept them in public. But after seven years of silence, she gives up. Behind Veronica’s back, something else was quietly unraveling. Marriage records changed, money she never received, correspondence she never heard of. Imelda didn’t want to make Jonathan forget Veronica, she was erasing her from his life. But when she saw not only her health but her daughter’s life was also affected, she decided to give up and stop sacrificing anymore. Now, with a countdown running, Veronica decides to give Jonathan the last chance to choose her or Imelda, and finally she takes the decision. Some could lose everything they thought they were protecting. Some will find they never left them. And one woman, who was a secret for seven years, will become a truth no one can deny. Veronica survived being erased. The only question is, whether Jonathan can see through Imelda’s schemes and win his love, Veronica, back or not.

Seraphina Sterling never would have thought that the man she loved for five years would ultimately take her and her son's lives for another woman and their children. Justin Hale: Seraphina Sterling, marrying you was just a means to legitimately take over the Sterling Family; loving you was just to get your bone marrow for my Fern; doting on you was just to take your son's kidney for my Fiona! Faye Sterling: Sister, this is the only value in your and your son's existence. Without you and your son, how could my mother and I possibly survive? Seraphina Sterling watched with her own eyes as her newborn son had a kidney forcibly taken from him, lying on the operating table like a broken rag doll, as tears of blood streamed from her eyes: Justin Hale, Faye Sterling, I will never let you go, even if I become a vengeful ghost! Unexpectedly, she was reborn, returning to the very year she was kicked out of the Sterling Family! In this life, she will trample Justin Hale under her feet and push him into hell! She will crush Faye Sterling into dust. She will shatter their hopes, crush their dignity, and corrupt their souls, using their blood as a sacrifice for her child! But what's the deal with this arrogant, narcissistic, and tsundere man who embodies wealth, power, and good looks? Why on earth is he so insistent on getting a marriage certificate with her!

Mo Xiaoman is reborn! Still from a humble background, still disliked by certain people, then let it be as they wish: we will not interfere with each other and shall each live our own peaceful lives! The wrong paths once taken must be avoided, the hardships once inflicted upon me shall never come near again. Hmm, a debt of gratitude from my past life can now be repaid!

997 signed a contract with a newbie host named Ah Chen, and even coaxed (strikethrough) them into a permanent bind. Soon, it was discovered that the seemingly obedient and honest new host had two faces. The 1st World: She transmigrated into a Princely Heir disguised as a man, with her father, a different-surnamed king, about to rebel. In the end, their family failed and was annihilated. At the critical moment, Ah Chen decisively knocked her father unconscious with a karate chop. Rebellion? Not possible. To prevent her father from causing trouble and implicating the family, she brewed a delicious mushroom soup, allowing him to spend the rest of his life capturing small men to pass the time. The Emperor: I heard someone was rebelling. I set up an inescapable net and waited all night. May I ask where the rebels are? The 2nd World: A big star used her resources to support a scumbag, only to be ruined by him in the end? Ah Chen stated that with her presence, there was no way the ungrateful scumbag could ever make a name for himself. The one to lose reputation and status could only be him. The 3rd World: On the wedding night, the groom ran away, leaving behind an entire family for her to serve? Ah Chen smiled with curved brows, "Meet the fierce daughter-in-law!" …… 997 gradually accepted his fate until one day he discovered another secret of the host, and he was greatly shocked! 997: Host, you're making me feel very unfamiliar. Ah Chen: You'll get more familiar with time. 997: …… [1v1, male lead fragment, ultimate romance, some worlds might not appear due to settings]