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His fingers reach for my hair, and I nearly recoil when a faint whiff of what I’m sure is Lila’s juice reaches me from his skin. “Even if you can’t fulfill your role as a wife,” he continues, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger while holding my gaze like we’re discussing something perfectly normal, “you’re still very useful when it comes to running Imperium.” A glare flashes across my face before I can stop it, and I slap his hand away. “So what? I’m not entertaining or good enough to be your wife, but I’m educated enough to be your cash cow?” I spit out.

“Someone might think you’re human.” “Shut up.” My words are sharp, clipped. He tilts his chin toward her as she walks closer. “She’s stunning, Dante. Admit it.” “I said shut up.” My fists clench tighter. He chuckles softly, low enough that only I catch it. “Your mother was right. This might not be such a bad thing, or a curse like you see it.” I glare at him, cold enough to cut glass. “One more word, and I’ll replace you as best man before the priest opens his mouth.”

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

Erick says. “I am sorry. I was running because I was upset, and now I have no idea where I am,” I say to him. “Why are you upset?” Erick asks, circling me. “They were asking me why I am here,” I answer him. “Why are you here? You should not be here. I can tell you are an imperial. Imperials are royalty and should serve no wolf,” Erick asks me. “I am here because of my father. He did not want me anymore. Gambling and money are more important to him than I am. I am not royalty. I am a no one important,” I say.

The leader asked with great interest. "Could it be related to the great battle in the Immortal Realm?" Caspian asked again. “Oh? It seems that you still know!” Seeing that Caspian also knew the cause and effect, the man talked non-stop, "The imperial court of the immortal land has been overturned by the war, but a brand new imperial court has not been established yet. Now there are many feudal princes in the immortal land. Everyone is fighting for resources and territory, so we need to capture the weak and bring them back to be slaves. Otherwise, there will be no one to be used."

“Small stuff, big stuff — doesn’t matter. We should just barge in and break things.” “Dude chill,” I sigh, “remember the warehouse last night? Your heroic display scared off any chance of useful intel before Evelyn could get it.” “Technicality,” he says. “They were intimidated.” “Also true,” Evelyn chimes, mock-sweet. “Babe, now I have to work extra because of your intimidation tactics.” I salute Lou jokingly. “Congratulations. You’ve been promoted to Chaos Ambassador. Your first task: stop breaking things before intel shows up.”

“It is nothing. It will air dry on its own.” “You will catch a cold,” He stated, his brows drawn in and his features deepening. I held his gaze, then found myself smiling in amusement. “Can you hear yourself?” I arched a brow. “Werewolves do not catch cold.” I stated as a matter of fact. “I think you may have stayed with humans a bit too long, you are associating us with them.” The Imperial family, despite being strong and formidable beasts in the supernatural world, have as much influence in the human world as well under the guise of businessmen. That is how they all the more flourish, and get money to cater their lifestyles and the kingdom as a whole.

The Scarlet Flame Sage found himself suddenly pondering the meaning of life. Was the other man really that powerful?! On the other hand, everyone else was numb to it at this point, with Lisa, Soless, and Martial trading glances and exclaiming earnestly, "Whoa, Elder Eldin is this powerful?" Caleb was all the more thrilled—one could expect nothing less from the Numens! Imperions? Emperor ranks? None of them meant a thing! His spirits soared in turn, as he couldn't wait to spring up to Emperor rank, rising to the pinnacle of the world!

Judy nodded quickly with her cheeks furiously blushing. Angeline continued, “The customs in Imperial Capital are different from Yorks Stronghold’s. A man from Imperial Capital is only allowed to have one wife, and marrying another is considered illegal. Many others will criticize him for it. How are you so willing to put him in that position if you truly love him?” Judy smiled charmingly. “The grand old master has said that you’re small-minded and not as generous as women who come from Yorks Stronghold as we’ve learned to share our husbands. I didn’t believe it at first, but it seems like it’s the truth.”

“Can you let me go? I’m really not Agatha. He can’t see it, but you can. I look completely different from her, right?” “Master Lucius’s words are absolute.” Violet felt baffled when she heard this. “How could you...” Something clicked in her mind. “Are you guys a gang of human traffickers? The old man laughed. “Madam, did you forget what your husband’s family does for a living? Imperial Enterprises might operate in legal business and work with underground organizations, but we don’t break the law.” Imperial Enterprises? Wasn’t it the corporation that ranked first in the world in market value? It was also the one where its leader kept a low profile and practically never showed up, wasn’t it?