Zhao Da
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Mated To My Ex's Dead Brother
Fantasy 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 Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon
Fantasy I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a despised, "Dragonless" noble daughter.
Before I could even process my new reality, I was dragged out of bed and shoved into a plain black carriage, sent off as a disposable pawn to marry a crippled, violent prince.
My half-sister, glittering in dragon scales, mocked me publicly, boasting that she was now free to marry my former crush.
My father had abandoned me to a certain death.
When I arrived at the grim palace, the prince's guards blocked the gates.
He refused to even see his new bride, leaving me to freeze outside.
I was a family joke, discarded by my own bloodline and left to die at a stranger's door.
I didn't understand why this girl was treated worse than dirt, or why I, a top modern surgeon, had to suffer for their sick political games.
I refused to let my life end as collateral damage in a world that deemed me worthless.
Just as my vision blurred, a familiar blue screen flickered to life in my mind—my medical system.
I looked at the hostile guards, my voice ringing clear in the empty courtyard.
"Go tell your prince that I am not here to marry him. I am here to cure his poison."
This time, I would carve out my own survival. The Forsaken Luna's Rise To The Crown
Werewolf I was the beloved daughter of the Stonecrest Pack's Alpha, deeply in love with my destined mate, Everet.
But in the freezing snowy forest, the man who had sworn to protect me shot a silver arrow straight through my chest.
As I choked on my own blood, he looked at me not with concern, but with the detached appraisal of a butcher examining meat.
"You and your precious pack are a gift," he smiled coldly. "My offering to Prince Damien."
Because of my naive trust, my father was framed and executed, my loyal pack was slaughtered, and my reputation was dragged through the mud.
Everet ruthlessly twisted my wrist, mocking me as a weak 'Trophy Daughter,' before his men fired the final arrow into my heart.
As I fell into the bottomless darkness, my soul burned with agonizing hatred.
Why did the mate I loved become the monster who destroyed my entire world? Why did our trusted royal ally orchestrate our ruin?
I cursed them with my dying breath, swearing that if I had another chance, I would tear their schemes apart.
Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the afterlife. I was sitting in my childhood bedroom.
I had returned to six years ago, on the very day of the Harvest Moon Gala—the exact night my tragic downfall began.
Looking at my young face in the mirror, a flame of cold hatred ignited in my eyes.
This time, there would be no weak Trophy Daughter. I would make everyone who betrayed my family pay in blood. Betrayed Bride: Claimed By The Billionaire Uncle
Billionaires "You don’t deserve to be a member of the Donaldson family. Get out!"
Having returned as the long-lost biological daughter, Fiona Donaldson was detested by everyone in her household.
Her fiancé cheated on her with her fake younger sister; her elder brothers berated her as shameless; even her birth father cared nothing for her life or death.
To make matters worse, she had crossed paths with Ewart Blake—the ruthless, cold-blooded head of the Blake family, and also her fiancé’s maternal uncle.
"Let’s pretend nothing happened last night," Fiona intended to cut all ties and go separate ways. Yet this overbearing man insisted she take responsibility for him.
He threatened to expose her secret identities—the miracle doctor with unparalleled medical skills, a bestselling screenwriter, and the hidden owner of a top-tier design firm—if she refused to marry him.
When Ewart Blake was young, he was tasked with safeguarding a certain girl. Years later, they met again when she was framed and ended up in his bed.
He originally planned to fulfill his old promise and shelter her under his protection, only to discover this woman was far less fragile than she appeared, and instead full of clever schemes… My Vengeful Husbands Demand A Remarriage
Fantasy I survived ten years in the apocalypse, only to transmigrate into the body of the most despised woman in the Galactic Empire.
When I opened my eyes, I was holding a bloody whip, straddling a beastman husband the original owner had just tortured.
The mechanical system in my head immediately issued a death sentence.
"In two months, your trial marriage ends. Your six abused husbands will be legally permitted to tear you apart."
The original host was an absolute monster. She beat them, starved them, stole their meager military stipends for luxury goods, and even sent two of them to a deadly alien warzone just to impress her high-society friends.
Now, I was left with her massive debts, a blocked power core, and the terrifying reality of six powerful, vengeful beastmen plotting my murder in the basement.
I inherited all her sickening sins, and the crushing weight of their justifiable hatred felt like a suffocating nightmare.
How was I supposed to survive when the people I lived with were just waiting for the legal countdown to snap my neck?
But an apocalypse survivor doesn't just roll over and die.
I pawned the original's useless designer bags, bought the highest-grade nutrient solutions, and called my would-be murderers into the living room.
"I know you hate me, and you have every right to," I told them calmly.
"We are getting a divorce." Torn Papers: My Bankrupt Military Husband
Romance Josie woke up gasping in a ransacked 1970s living room, trapped in the body of a notoriously vain, gold-digging wife.
The opulent Sterling family was officially bankrupt and politically dead.
The original host's grand plan was to use her unborn child to extort a massive divorce settlement from her terrifying military husband, Donovan.
But fragmented memories showed Josie the grim reality of that choice: she was destined to be conned, dying penniless and alone in a freezing gutter.
Now, Donovan stood towering before her, his dark eyes filled with absolute disgust.
He tossed a thick envelope of divorce papers onto the glass table.
"Sign them. You leave the child alone, and you walk away."
The ruined family watched with bated breath, fully expecting the spoiled socialite to take their last hidden funds and abandon them to a brutal exile in a Pennsylvania rust-belt factory town.
Josie knew the cold truth. A meager settlement couldn't protect a pregnant woman from DC's ruthless political vultures.
She refused to let that miserable, lonely death become her reality.
Staring directly into Donovan's hostile eyes, Josie picked up the heavy legal documents.
With a sharp, deliberate motion, she tore the divorce papers cleanly in half.
"I'm not getting an abortion, and I am staying as your wife."
She was going to rewrite this destiny, but before they boarded the train to the rust-belt, she had one last score to settle.
She would use her formidable husband to terrorize her hypocritical biological family and take back every penny they stole. His Unwanted Fiancé Is A Genius Heiress
Billionaires Karmen lived suffocating under a tight chest binder and a grotesque silicone scar, forced to disguise herself as her degenerate twin brother, Kem. Her only job was to maintain a fake corporate engagement with the ruthless billionaire Earl Calderon.
But her abusive father suddenly escalated his demands. He ordered her to steal Earl's revolutionary AI patents, threatening to cut off her mother's life-saving medical trust and abandon the real Kem in a locked Swiss psych ward if she failed.
The task was a death sentence. Earl absolutely despised "Kem." He treated her like a repulsive parasite, constantly threatening to break her neck. When he accidentally caught her without her wig, he mistook her for a deranged cross-dresser, forcing her to glue the dirty fake scar back onto her raw, inflamed face in sheer disgust. At home, her father hurled glass ashtrays at her, violently yanking her collar.
"Do whatever you have to do in that bedroom, Kem. I don't care how disgusting it is. Just get the signature."
Trapped between a fiancé who loathed her very existence and a father ready to sacrifice their family for greed, Karmen endured the agonizing physical pain of her disguise. She was exhausted, terrified, and running out of time as her brother's life hung by a thread.
But they all underestimated her. When the Calderon matriarch forced Earl to link his ultra-secure private phone with "Kem" to fake their romance, she unwittingly handed over the master key. Karmen wasn't just a helpless victim; she was the elite hacker Nyx, and she was going to tear their empire apart from the inside. His Starlight, Her Fiery Reckoning
Romance I was the secret lover of my CEO, Kristofer Gordon. He called me his "Starlight," and I, a brilliant but naive software engineer, believed him.
Then he publicly chose his fragile childhood friend, Elenor, revealing I was nothing more than a disposable secret.
The cruelty didn't stop there. He bought my late mother's necklace for Elenor, who taunted me by putting it on a stray dog. When I snapped and attacked her, Kristofer had me arrested and beaten in jail.
Lying in a hospital bed, I learned the final truth from a gloating Elenor: Kristofer had secretly filmed every intimate moment we ever shared, holding the tapes as blackmail.
He wanted to break me. He wanted me to suffer.
But the woman he thought he destroyed died that day. I walked out, set his mansion on fire, and disappeared.
This time, I would be the one in control. He Chose The Mistress, I Took Everything
Mafia On the night of our fifth anniversary, I wasn't drinking champagne. I was standing in the shadows of my husband's study, clutching an encrypted drive I found taped behind our wedding photo.
It contained the blueprints to a life Dante was building with another woman—Sofia Ricci, the daughter of our sworn enemy.
He wasn't just cheating on me. He was using the Port Redevelopment project I had spent two years designing to launder the money he needed to run away with her.
When I confronted him, Dante didn't beg for forgiveness. He looked at me with the cold indifference of a Capo and told me to fix my face for dinner.
The humiliation didn't stop there.
He forced me to share a car with his mistress while my ankle was swollen and throbbing from a fall. He fussed over Sofia’s "delicate" motion sickness while ignoring my pain completely.
"Elena is sturdy," he dismissed.
Sturdy. Like a mule. Like a table he owned.
He even stripped me of my rank, handing my multi-million dollar operation to Sofia simply because she had a "vision" for glass walls.
He thought I was just a compliant wife, a placeholder to keep his books clean while he played house with his true love.
He forgot that while he was the muscle, I was the architect.
So, at the Family Gala, wearing a backless revenge dress, I didn't just ask for a separation.
I threw a glass of champagne in his face and announced to the entire underworld that the accounts were empty.
I didn't just leave him. I took the encryption keys, the money, and his entire future with me. The Heiress You Threw Away
Romance "We' re done, Ava." Ethan' s words hit me like a physical blow, shattering the future we' d planned. He stood in the penthouse doorway, a stranger, offering me a bizarre payoff: the absurdly luxurious apartment, a sports car, and ten million dollars.
A "thank you for the past four years," he mumbled, avoiding my eyes, before dropping the bombshell: he was getting married, an arranged family alliance that had "nothing to do with me."
Just last night, he' d whispered my name with desperate passion in my small, cheap apartment, making love to me in what I thought was a new beginning. But this morning, he was gone, replaced by a lawyer, delivering "gifts" from "Mr. Hayes." My four years of love, reduced to a transaction.
He thought money could fix this, buy my silence. The irony was crushing. He called me a poor, smart girl, working my way through college on scholarships, having no clue his ten million was pocket change. He didn't know I was Ava Riley, the sole heir to Riley Tech.
Why would the Ethan I knew, the man who despised the arrogance of the rich, agree to a forced marriage? Something was terribly wrong. I stared at the keys in my hand, then at my phone. The heartbroken girl was gone.
"Noah," I said, my voice cold and steady. "I need you to find someone for me. Ethan Hayes. I want to know everything. Especially who he' s engaged to." Betrayed Bride, Vengeful Heart
Billionaires My wedding day. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, standing side-by-side with my best friend, Sophia, marrying into the powerful Beaumont family.
But then, a scream cut through the music. Isabella Stone, a family friend, pointed a trembling finger at our fathers, accusing them of unspeakable acts.
Just minutes into our new lives, Liam and Ethan Beaumont, our new husbands, turned to monsters. They let their security beat our fathers mercilessly on the cold stone patio, ignoring our pleas, their faces devoid of the love we thought we shared. The sounds of fists hitting flesh, their grunts of pain – it was agonizing.
Then Isabella whispered to us, her voice filled with chilling glee, that our fathers were still alive when they were left to bleed out. Liam and Ethan had actively prevented the ambulance from reaching them, sealing their gruesome fate. My world shattered. My kind, gentle father, dead. All because of a monstrous lie.
In the sterile hospital waiting room, as Sophia and I grappled with the unspeakable truth that our fathers were truly gone, we overheard Liam and Ethan. Their every word dismissed our pain, their only concern being for Isabella, the architect of our devastation. It was then I knew: the love I thought was real was a delusion.
Grief turned to icy rage. A catering assistant, a terrified teenager, offered us a video, undeniable proof of Isabella' s calculated performance. The truth was finally within our grasp. It was time to fight back. Discarded After Thirty Years: His "True Love" Was A Lie
Billionaires I spent three decades by Marcus Thorne's side, his loyal companion, the quiet force behind his empire. My life was a gilded cage, filled with whispered promises and the subtle comfort of being cherished.
Then, at the annual gala, he shattered it all. On stage, he introduced "Isabelle Vance" as his "true love," casting me aside like forgotten debris. He ripped the silk gown he'd designed for me, a brutal symbol of his sudden, chilling contempt.
My fall was instant and brutal. From Thorne Tower's mistress, I became a servant, enduring Isabelle's sadistic whims and Marcus's cold indifference. They subjected me to "mental recalibration," a systematic torture designed to erase my very memories of affection, pushing me into the abyss of Thorne City's dreaded Rehabilitation Center and ultimately, Section Zero.
How could a man I gave 30 years of my life to so readily condemn me to hell? Was every memory a lie? The injustice burned, fueling a tiny, desperate flame within me even as they tried to break my spirit.
Just when all hope seemed lost, a defiant prisoner named Elias offered an unexpected escape. Now, as the truth about Marcus's manipulative "true love" finally shatters his world, he desperately seeks my forgiveness. But I am no longer the woman he discarded; my fight for freedom has truly begun, and this time, it's on my terms. The Blood Bank Bride
Romance For seven long years, I, Ava Chen, willingly served as a human blood bank for Chloe Vance, the sickly heiress beloved by Ethan Cole, the man I secretly adored.
My architectural dreams at Columbia were constantly sidelined, all for the unrequited hope that Ethan might one day see me.
When Chloe desperately needed a life-threatening bone marrow transplant, I demanded Ethan marry me to agree, but during my near-death flatline, his callous words echoed: "If Ava doesn't make it, so be it."
I jolted awake, not truly dead, yet Ethan's chilling indifference had irrevocably shattered my foolish, wasted devotion.
Later, I was brutally beaten by Chloe and her clique, left for dead, and even then, Ethan ordered my critically injured body to be 'drained' for Chloe's blood.
How could I have been so hopelessly deluded, so utterly blind to the callous man I loved, or the manipulative viper he protected?
The stinging reality of his cruel pragmatism, repeated over years, finally pierced through my heartbreak, leaving only incandescent rage.
In that moment of ultimate despair, a cold, unyielding resolve transformed me: no more sacrificing myself for them.
I would reclaim my life, starting with a daring, unexpected act that would ensure Ethan truly received what he deserved, marking my definitive escape from their toxic grasp and a new dawn for myself. You might like
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." She Took The Millions And Left
Benjamen Ernst Caryn lay trapped beneath concrete slabs in the apocalyptic ruins, a steel rebar pinning her down, the pressure unbearable.
Her fiancé, Ford, knelt in the narrow gap above her, completely unharmed.
"Sorry, babe. It's a new world. Survival of the fittest."
He sneered, twisting the cap off their last bottle of purified water. He drank it all, wiped his mouth with a clean hand, and told her she would just waste it.
He had manipulated her into signing over her uncle's house-her only defensible shelter-just to sell it for cash.
Now, as a violent aftershock made the rubble groan and shift, Ford scrambled away without a single backward glance.
For five brutal years of starvation and injury, she had clung to him and her grandmother's antique locket, only to meet her end betrayed and full of agonizing regret.
Why had she been so foolish to trade her survival for a lie?
A gasp of frigid air flooded her lungs, and her eyes flew open to a smooth, white ceiling.
She wasn't in the dusty ruins; she was in her pristine silk bed sheets.
She grabbed her phone, her hands trembling as she stared at the date on the screen.
It was exactly thirty days before the world would crack apart.
She looked at the silver locket in her hand, a diamond-hard rage crystallizing in her chest.
This time, she would activate its secret, and she would strip Ford and his family of everything before the apocalypse even began. 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. The Discarded Engineer Bride: Humbling the Arrogant Dragon King
Spilled Mercury I am the Dragonless Queen, married to the Dragon King for five years, trying to warm his icy heart.
But on my twenty-fifth birthday, he canceled our private dinner to spend it with my half-sister, Lyra.
Through the cracked door, I watched him smile at Lyra with a warmth he never gave me, praising her sacred dragonfire.
"Auntie Lyra is amazing!" my four-year-old daughter squealed. "Mom never knows how to make these!"
My husband didn't even look up when I finally entered, coldly telling me not to make an issue out of a quiet family evening.
Looking at the three of them framed by the hearth-the formidable king, the holy maiden of flame, and the adoring royal daughter-they formed a picture of unassailable perfection.
I was just a cold-blooded intruder in my own home, a decorative fixture tolerated only for political peace.
Five years of silent endurance evaporated into a freezing void.
Why did I bury my true self, believing devotion could fill the empty spaces? Why did I let them treat me like a shameful defect?
I didn't scream or cry. I calmly drafted a formal Declaration of Severance, left it on his desk, and walked out of the palace forever.
My husband assumed I was just throwing a domestic tantrum and would come crawling back once my coin ran out.
He had no idea that his useless, Dragonless wife was actually the shadowy founder of Aether Forge-the premier military syndicate his entire empire desperately relied on to survive.
Keep your throne, Kaelen. I am taking back my life. 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.
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." 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?" Fluffy Mates Chase Their Boss on Survival Show
Tester [Love Variety Show + Kid Raising + Transmigration + Survival Romance] Layla Hale, a top-tier survival expert from a post-apocalyptic world, found herself transported to
a primeval forest to take part in a romance-survival reality show.
Armed with nothing but a combat knife, she built a shelter, gathered coconuts, foraged for mushrooms, hunted, fished, and even cultivated the land.
Along the way, she encountered a massive yet gentle creature, and despite her best efforts to resist, she somehow convinced it to come home with her.
One mate was manageable. Two were still fine.
Before long, she had gathered a gentle sika deer, an ethereal red-crowned crane, a dominant golden tiger, an adorable king cobra, and a stunning mermaid.
Wait! How did they all turn into humans? And why were they lining up to become her mates?
This wasn't an ordinary world. It was an interstellar beast realm, where these furry creatures were all popular male guests. And she was viewed as a high-maintenance
woman with no prospects for motherhood.
At first, viewers expected trouble for any male involved with her, but soon they were cheering her on, hoping for a little romance instead. The Rejected Beast Mate: I Am The Royal Heiress
Samuel Gray Lyra endured a level-eight gene-tearing labor entirely alone in a cold, sterile medical pod.
Her legal partner, the revered S-grade Commander Kaelen Vane, was nowhere to be found. Instead, the room's holographic screen broadcasted him spending ten million star coins to buy a smile from her adopted sister.
As Lyra nearly died draining her mental energy to save their newborn cub, the nurses openly mocked her as a useless E-grade piece of trash.
Kaelen had never touched her, treating her very existence with absolute disgust.
When he finally called, it was only to throw money at her and demand she stop throwing a tantrum.
"Without my protection, do you think you and that half-beast mutt will survive three days?"
For a year, she had swallowed his psychological abuse, believing she was just an unwanted orphan. But why should she endure this pathetic, one-sided marriage just to be treated like dirt?
When a routine blood test shattered the lab's max-level analyzer, the truth was revealed: she wasn't an E-grade failure, but the universe's only SSS-grade Starfall Princess. As her ultra-powerful royal family blockaded the planet with a fleet of star destroyers, Lyra took the divorce papers and her newly assigned S-grade dragon fiancé to the tribunal. It was time to make Kaelen watch his precious empire burn to ash. 
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