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Substitute Marriage: Awakening The Dragon King
Fantasy By royal decree, I was arranged to marry the Sixth Lord, Prince Bronson.
But before the scroll could be sealed, my adoptive sister Blaire fell to her knees, fabricating a divine omen to steal my fiancé.
She forced me to take her place and marry the deposed Fourth Lord, Jonah Montgomery. Everyone knew Jonah was a crippled prince, his dragon core poisoned by Dragonslayer Gold, rotting away in a dark estate. My adoptive family eagerly threw me to the wolves, sending me off in a battered wooden cart. At Jonah's gates, the Queen's sadistic attendant even tried to force me to walk barefoot across white-hot iron plates just to burn me alive before I could see my husband.
Blaire gloated, entirely convinced she had stolen the ultimate prize. She thought I was just a dragonless orphan being sent to die beside a rotting corpse.
What she didn't know was that I had been reborn too.
In our past life, it took decades of my secret healing arts and political maneuvering to drag the cowardly Bronson to the throne. Blaire had gladly stolen my greatest burden.
And the "dying" cripple I was sent to marry? Deep within his poisoned marrow slept the most terrifying, pure-blooded Golden Dragon this kingdom had seen in three centuries.
I stepped into his freezing, death-filled bedchamber, grabbed his wrist, and smiled.
"Swear to be my sharpest sword, and I will make you a king." The Wedding He Lost
Romance For eight years, I played the perfect high-society fiancée to Andrew Lester, a man consumed by guilt, whose emotional distance masked a disturbing fixation on his "niece," Molly. I silently endured his self-imposed celibacy, convinced his aloofness was just his penance.
But weeks before our wedding, I found a positive pregnancy test in our bathroom trash. It wasn't mine. Hours later, the man who hadn't touched me in years stormed into my bedroom and his hands closed around my throat. "Where is she?" he whispered, desperate, then chillingly revealed, "She's pregnant, Jennifer. With my child."
My heart didn't break; it turned to ice as he choked me while begging for the girl carrying his baby. Then, the ultimate betrayal: thrown into our freezing pool by his guards, I watched him comfort Molly, heard him call me a "shield," right before a sharp, agonizing pain erupted. I looked down to see a dark plume of blood in the water. I was losing my baby.
I woke in a bare guest room, branded "dramatic" for bleeding out in his pool. Later, Molly, with a smirk, told me she' d removed my roses for her fake allergies and that Andrew only married me "for show." Moments later, she faked a fall into the pool, shrieking about her baby, and Andrew, without hesitation, slapped me across the face, utterly blind to her deception.
The sting on my cheek, the taste of blood in my mouth, and his complete devotion to her lie finally shattered my last illusion. He had made his choice. Now, I would make mine. Mistaken Identity: The Cold CEO Unravels
Modern One rainy night, Dr. Elena Blair dragged a dying, bleeding stranger from an alley and sewed him back together.
She saved his life. But by morning, her wicked sister, Destiney, had stolen it.
Claiming Elena’s work as her own, Destiney became the adored savior and fiancée of Manhattan’s most ruthless billionaire, Keith Buchanan. To seal the lie, Destiney blackmailed Elena with their dying brother's life, demanding Elena's kidney—and her absolute silence.
When Elena tried to save Keith from a deadly neurotoxin at the hospital, Destiney framed her for murder, stripped her of her medical license, and had her tossed into the freezing rain, homeless and broke.
Desperate to keep her brother alive, Elena took a job as a cocktail waitress at a elite private club. But when she pushed open a VIP door, Keith pinned her against the wall, his eyes dark with lethal contempt.
"Take the million-dollar check. And disappear, you greedy parasite."
He thought she was a cheap gold-digger.
But before Elena could slap the check out of his hand, Keith’s powerful mother burst into the suite, took one look at Elena's face, and smiled.
"I knew it. You're the real one. And you're going to marry my son."
The Truth He Never Knew
Modern Corinna moved through a high-society gala, a powerful woman now commanding respect. Three years ago, the influential Rios family had cast her aside, viewing her as a liability. Now, after countless battles in a D.C. think tank, she wielded her newfound power with precision.
As her armored SUV navigated rain-slicked Manhattan, a convoy of black Navigators abruptly cut it off. Graham Rios, the man who’d abandoned her, emerged from the storm like a madman, his political mask gone. He marched toward her car, screaming her name against the thunder.
Corinna remained still, coolly sipping wine. She lowered her window just two inches, then slid a folder through, its sharp edge slicing his hand. The document revealed his business project was now controlled by his fiercest enemy, Lucian Lu. Later, she subtly revealed a brutal scar on her wrist, a wound Graham frantically tried to understand.
The scar haunted Graham. Driven by panic, he forced his aide to confess a secret detour from three years ago: Corinna had visited a private maternity hospital. The revelation sent a high-pitched ringing through his ears, as he struggled to comprehend her visit.
Consumed by guilt, Graham hacked the hospital's old files, finding a heavily encrypted medical record under Corinna's name. It stated: "Gestation: 12 weeks. Fetal heartbeat: critically weak. Recommendation: Immediate termination of pregnancy." The words crushed him. Corinna, watching him fall into her trap, knew he had swallowed the exact "truth" she needed. Replaced By A Pregnant Substitute
Romance Five years ago, my fiancé, tech billionaire Jaxon Kent, went missing. When I reported it, I became the laughingstock of Seattle. The police told me his real fiancée was an actress named Kamila.
But I was the one living with him, hidden away in his coastal villa. I was his secret, his ghost, while she wore my identity for the world.
After a fall at the police station, a miracle happened: I regained my sight. The first thing I overheard was Jaxon telling a doctor not to let my vision be restored.
He said he' d fallen for my replacement. That a blind, dependent wife was better for him now that his substitute was pregnant with his heir.
He had built me a castle not to protect me, but to imprison me. He had given me the 'Eternal Heart' diamond, then sold our love for a cheap copy.
My life was a lie. My future was stolen. And the man I loved was a monster.
So I set the castle on fire. As the flames consumed the monument to my stolen life, I whispered to the inferno, "Your love is tainted, Jaxon, and I don't want it anymore." Nine Choices, One Final Goodbye
Romance My arranged marriage had a cruel condition. My husband, Rico, had to pass nine "loyalty tests" designed by his childhood obsession, Sofia. Nine times, he had to choose her over me, his wife.
On our anniversary, he made his final choice, leaving me sick and bleeding on the side of a highway in a storm.
He raced to her side simply because she called, claiming to be scared of the thunder. He’d done this before—abandoning my gallery opening for her nightmare, my grandmother’s funeral for her conveniently broken-down car. My entire life was a footnote in their story, a role Sofia later admitted she had hand-picked for me.
After four years of being a consolation prize, my heart was a block of ice. There was no more warmth left to give, no more hope left to crush. I was finally done.
So when Sofia summoned me to my own art gallery for a final act of humiliation, I was ready. I calmly watched as my husband, desperate to please her, signed the document she slid in front of him without a glance. He thought he was signing an investment. He had no idea it was the divorce agreement I’d slipped into the folder an hour before. My Fairytale Shattered: His Cruel Betrayal
Billionaires For nine years, my marriage to tech titan Julian Gallegos was a fairytale. He was the powerful mogul who adored me, and I was the brilliant architect who was his world. Our love was the kind people whispered about.
Then, a car crash stole it all. He woke up with the last nine years of his memory erased. He didn't remember me, our life, or our love.
The man I loved was gone, replaced by a monster who saw me as his enemy. Under the influence of his manipulative childhood friend, Helena, he had my brother killed over a petty debt.
He didn't stop there. At my brother's funeral, he ordered his men to break both of my legs. His final act of cruelty was stealing my voice-having my vocal cords surgically transplanted into Helena, leaving me mute and shattered.
The man who once promised to protect me had become my tormentor. He had taken everything from me. My all-consuming love for him finally curdled into pure, absolute hate.
He thought he had destroyed me. But he was wrong. I faked my own death, leaked the evidence that would burn his entire empire to the ground, and vanished. The man I married was already dead. It was time to make the monster wearing his face pay for everything. The Unwanted Wife's Rebirth
Romance For six years, I' d been Julian Hayes' s perfect accessory, Eleanor Vance, the "beautiful artist" he' d saved. On my birthday, playing poker with powerful men, Julian, with a cruel smile, offered me as his wager: "If I lose this hand, Eleanor is yours for the night." He' d won, of course, and then claimed me with a possessive kiss, a chilling display of ownership.
That night, my world truly shattered. Julian ignored me, charming a young woman named Chloe, a carbon copy of his deceased first love. He then sent me to dress Chloe for her new life with him, revealing I was pregnant during this humiliating ordeal.
My secret hope that a child would change things was crushed when Chloe, the exact person who made me pregnant, staged an accident, throwing herself down the stairs and blaming me. Julian, believing her, cast me out, coldly messaging my sister to "Keep her. She' s a liability."
From my hospital bed, I was released from Julian' s gilded cage only to find myself traded to Marcus Thorne, a ruthless rival, like property. He was violent, leaving bruises that I had to hide. My desperation led to a dangerous choice-a last resort plan to fake my own death.
How could the man I loved, my childhood savior, discard me so carelessly, then sell me to a monster? How could he fall for such a transparent lie engineered to completely erase me?
Despite everything, I had to create a new life, to build a future free from the shadow of the man who had bought and sold me like a thing. Second Chances, True Love
Romance "Are you sure about this, Chloe?" Ethan' s voice came through the phone, a mix of hope and disbelief. "Marrying me?" For seven years, I had loved Mark, believing we were a power couple, an architect and a developer building dreams.
A week ago, I discovered I was just his "pastime," a "fun distraction." He was already engaged to Sophia Miller, a socialite whose picture was plastered all over the society pages. He offered to keep me as his mistress, a proposition he tried to seal with a diamond-studded collar engraved with "Mine."
I reeled, but kept my face blank as he left for Sophia' s birthday party- which I later learned was a surprise party at his mountain estate. He abandoned me on a deserted road after I slapped him for trying to put the collar on me in the car. Sophia appeared, feigning concern, then publicly humiliated me and accused me of pushing her, an accusation Mark instantly believed.
He left me in his car, miles from home, only to send his secretary to pick me up and bring me to Sophia' s party. There, Sophia, with Mark's approval, arranged for me to be assaulted, then lied again, claiming I had attacked her. Mark, seeing my bleeding knee but choosing to believe them, told me to apologize, calling me a "crazy ex."
Why did he believe her so easily? Why was I, after seven years, so easily replaced by a woman he barely knew, who so clearly hated me? Why was I left feeling nothing but sick, used, and utterly disposable?
With the last shred of my dignity, I pulled myself up, refusing to be his victim or her pet. I took the blood money he offered, blocked his number, and escaped, flying home to Ethan, ready to leave the nightmare behind and build a new future for myself. His Mother, My Vengeance
Modern The last thing I remembered was the splintering pain as I tumbled down the stairs. My mother-in-law, Martha, stood at the top, her face a mask of cold satisfaction.
"You should have just stayed in your place, Sarah. None of this had to happen."
Her words were crueler than the impact that shattered my bones. My vision blurred to a dark red.
The last image in my mind wasn't of her, but of my daughter, Lily, her tiny body limp in my arms. Lily was dead because of Martha. And now, so was I.
My husband, Mark, would believe his mother. He always did. My death would be just another inconvenience for them.
Then, a sudden, blinding light. I shot up, drenched in sweat.
My room was familiar. My hands were whole. No pain. My phone buzzed.
October 12th. The day Lily died.
Pure terror washed over me. This had to be a dream. But the room was real. My frantic heartbeat was real.
I had come back. I was given a second chance. Not for forgiveness. Not for reconciliation. A chance for revenge.
The submissive Sarah was gone, shattered at the bottom of those stairs. The woman who woke up was forged in betrayal and grief.
Lily was downstairs with Martha. Martha, who in a few hours, would give my peanut-allergic daughter a "special" peanut cookie. The same Martha who dismissed Lily' s deadly allergy as "just a little sensitivity."
They didn' t believe me. Or they didn' t care. The result was the same. My daughter died.
Not this time.
I ran. The smell of sweet, nutty death filled the air. I burst into the kitchen, just as Martha offered Lily the cookies.
"No!" I ripped the plate from her hand, shattering it in the sink.
"You will never, ever eat Grandma's cookies," I told Lily, holding her close. "They will make you very, very sick."
Martha puffed out her chest. "Peanut isn't going to kill anyone. It builds up tolerance." The same words she'd used before. The same excuses that put my daughter in a casket.
But I wasn't that woman anymore.
"You are a stupid, stubborn old woman," I said, cold and clear. "Your 'wisdom' is going to get someone killed."
I knew all their secrets now. The game had changed. And I was making the rules. Her Cruelty, His Rage, Their Reckoning
Romance The party was a glittering facade, and I, Ethan Miller, a prop in Scarlett Hayes' s meticulously crafted charade.
A medical student desperate to save my dying mother, I agreed to be her temporary fiancé, a stand-in for her deceased step-brother, Liam.
But her cruelty escalated, punishing me by cutting off my mother' s critical medical funding, a sadistic game that led directly to her death.
In that sterile hospital room, a chilling confession: Scarlett admitted her malicious act, transforming my grief into a cold, burning rage.
Days later, Liam, Scarlett' s obsessive step-brother, brutally attacked me in an alley, leaving me for dead, fueled by her manipulative lies.
I clung to life, recovering in the city' s underbelly, a ghost of my former self, my dreams of becoming a doctor shattered.
Just as I thought I had disappeared, they found me, mocking my new low, publicly humiliating me again.
Their power felt absolute, her control over me a suffocating weight.
But a flicker of humanity, a shocking intervention from Liam himself, offered a glimpse of escape from their twisted game.
I refused their blood money, turning my back on their toxic world, determined to seek justice for my mother and reclaim my life.
I rebuilt, pouring my soul into neuroscience, achieving the success they tried to deny me, finding love and a future brighter than I ever imagined.
Their empire crumbled, Liam imprisoned, Scarlett a ghost haunted by her past.
In a final, shocking twist, she shielded me from a vengeful bullet, an act of sacrifice that closed the darkest chapter of my life.
Now, free from their shadow, I live a life of purpose and joy, a testament to resilience, a future built on love, not lies. The Chef's Stolen Life
Romance One moment, I was Scarlett, the culinary world's rising star, my hands turning simple ingredients into art.
The next, a brutal car crash stole everything: my sense of taste and smell, my career, my future.
My boyfriend, Ethan, stayed by my side, a devoted rock, bringing me medication for pain, assuring me of his unwavering love while I swallowed tasteless food, devoid of joy.
But one night, a overheard conversation shattered my broken world: Ethan, conspiring with my half-sister Bethany, revealing the "accidental" crash was orchestrated, the "pain medicine" was suppressing my recovery, all to ensure Bethany won a culinary competition.
The man who swore he loved me had meticulously dismantled my life for her, his every sweet word a lie.
I swallowed the bitter pills, no longer for pain, but a promise to myself: I would escape, play the part of the fragile victim until I could break free, and reclaim what was stolen from me. No Second Chances: A Founder's Regret
Romance For a decade, I poured my soul into InnovateNext, transforming it from a garage startup into a Silicon Valley unicorn, building its core technology from scratch as CTO, all alongside the man I loved, Ethan Vance.
Today, the eve of our massive IPO, was supposed to be our shared triumph.
Instead, I walked into the boardroom to find a perfectly poised stranger, Chloe Hayes, sitting in my chair, the one next to Ethan.
He introduced her as our new COO, the very position he had promised me for years, casually informing me she' d be taking my office, too.
My blood ran cold as I heard him parrot corporate jargon about her "polish" and "background," realizing he chose his high school ex-girlfriend over me-the woman who had saved his company from bankruptcy and coded for 72 hours straight, collapsing in the process.
The betrayal was absolute, reducing ten years of my life, my sacrifice, my very worth, to a mere "business decision."
But what he didn't realize was that when he took everything, he also freed me.
He was about to discover what happens when you discard the architect and expect the building to stand. From His Shadow To Her Throne
Mafia For a decade, I was Ace. Dominic Russo' s top enforcer, his strategist, the ghost who made his problems vanish. I built his empire in Port Sterling, brick by bloody brick, on the promise of a shared throne, our future intertwined. My loyalty was absolute, my love fierce.
Then, I heard shattered glass. Standing outside his office, I listened as he planned his wedding to Chloe Miller, a socialite. He called me a mere "tool," "not wife material," unfit for his meticulously crafted public image. Ten years of unwavering loyalty, countless sacrifices, casually thrown away.
The man I bled for, who I loved, demanded I empty our shared home for his new bride. Chloe, viciously, later read from his journal, twisting every one of my life-threatening missions into romantic backdrops for her. His lies ran deeper than I imagined, confirmed by his own rival: he' d manipulated me, used me as a human shield.
How could he discard me so utterly, erase my sacrifices, gaslight my reality, turning my devotion into a weapon against me? The shock hardened into glacial fury, burning away every lingering sentiment.
He thought I was just a tool? He was about to discover how sharp a tool could be when it decided to carve its own destiny. I picked up my burner phone and called Elijah Kane. Dominic' s entire empire was now a gift, served on a silver platter. You might like
Rejected by My Family, Claimed by the Galactic Commander
EVA PINK 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. Enchantress System: Five Beasts, One Goddess
Silvershade Riven After dying from overwork, Rena woke in a werecreature world as its weakest female.
Instead of accepting a pampered life, she chose battle and bonded with the Enchantress System, which rewarded her for winning males' favor.
Soon, she was matched with five elite males: a stoic commander, a gentle healer, a cunning tycoon, an aloof scientist, and an underworld king.
But while others chased romance, Rena built an empire and rose from F-rank weakling to SSS-rank war goddess.
Then the males she was meant to charm started chasing her instead.
"So, what are we to you?" they asked eagerly.
Rena shrugged. "Just friends, babes." Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King
Catlaina Sloggett 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." Apocalypse: Rebirth With An Infinite Storage System
BLUE_WAVY_ In the final days before the world collapsed, Ivy Brooks died... betrayed by the very people she trusted most.
She had fought, struggled, and sacrificed everything just to survive the apocalypse only to be pushed into death along with her three daughters at the very end by her own husband.
With her last breath, Ivy made a vow.
If she could turn back time...she would never be weak again and of course protect her daughters.
This time, she would stand at the top.
When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself back in time with her still rounded belly of her third baby....
Twenty days before the apocalypse.
Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious system in her mind, Ivy moved without hesitation. She hoarded supplies, secured weapons, and took control of every resource she could get her hands on.
While others laughed, doubted, and wasted time...
Ivy was building her empire along with her daughters.
In this life, she would not be prey but will be an hunter.
With danger closing in and only twenty days to prepare, Ivy must outplay enemies both old and new, uncover the truth behind the system, and carve out her own kingdom in a collapsing world.
Because this time...she wasn't just going to survive the apocalypse.
She was going to rule it along with a man, a love interest from the past before her marriage collapse. He provided everything Ivy needed. Money especially in change of a marriage with her and when the apocalypse started too....he ruled it with her as well as her daughters. Apocalypse Rebirth: My Gold-Eating System
Quye Xiaofang She died in the apocalypse-betrayed, abandoned, and torn apart by the infected.
Then she woke up. Two months before the end of the world. Twenty-two years old again. And on her wrist, a wooden bracelet that her mother had left behind.
The bracelet came with a system. A system that eats gold.
With enough gold, she can unlock infinite storage for food, water, weapons-anything she needs to survive. The super-hurricane, the floods, the insect plagues, the volcanic winter, the scorching heat... she knows exactly what's coming.
While the world sleeps, Joanna shops. She drains her aunt's bank account, maxes out every loan she can find, and buys out half the city. The apocalypse is coming. She'll be ready.
But when the chaos begins, the wolves come crawling back-relatives who sold her, friends who betrayed her, a father who abandoned her. They want her food. Her water. Her mercy.
Joanna has a different plan.
"Why don't you decide who dies first?" Mated To My Ex's Dead Brother
Zhao Da 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." The Defective Omega's Six Perfect Alphas
Fritz Heaney 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.
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