Rejected No More: The Exiled Princess Returns

Chapter 2

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ron door at the bottom of the apartment building. It groa

ad-gray. The air was thick with the sh

to fall. A single drop hit the expos

his

ty flinched, realizing instantly that this was the h

at over her head, shielding her face and neck,

street were slammed shut. Only a few dying

vy, poisoned body would allow. Her chest heaved, and

h-black dead-end alley, a sharp prickle

ng crunching sound echoed. It was the sound

ils slowly opened in the darkn

eopard, crawled out of the shadows. Strips of un

powerful hind legs coiled, and it launched itself through

icks. Her bloated body was too s

y military boots echoed from the adjacent street, though C

inches from tearing her throat open, a deaf

blue arc of plasma from the rail friction, pun

at Charity's feet, carried by its own momentum. Th

her chest heaving as she gasped for air, her who

ots splashing through the puddles appro

the rain-soaked fog. He wore a black, tact

e. The barrel was still smoking. His eyes were c

t her collapsed form. Pure, undisguis

oice a flat, cutting blade, "go die some

as Braden. Another one of her forced genetic partners. The

't scream. She didn't throw a hysterical t

d her sleeve and calmly wiped the black m

ced her hands flat on the wet wall and

r unnatural silence. A brief flicker of

around the massive, bleeding rat corpse and limped away, heading

ted, silent figure disappear into the fog. He let out a cold

oncrete building. She pressed her thumb to the rusted b

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Rejected No More: The Exiled Princess Returns

Xing Bao Romance

“Charity woke up in a hellish, acid-rain-soaked slum, trapped inside a bloated body covered in festering, toxic sores. She was the exiled Grand Princess of the Empire. But the real nightmare wasn't her ruined body. It was the fact that the original owner had used her royal authority to force genetic marriage contracts onto four top-tier, powerful men. Now, she was bound to them, and they absolutely loathed her. Hjalmar, chained to a bed in her filthy room, smiled like a feral beast and promised to rip her head off the second his chains snapped. Braden, a ruthless military officer, saved her from a mutated rat only to look at her with pure disgust. "If you want to die, go die somewhere else. Don't dirty my patrol sector." Even the locals mocked her fallen status, and a wealthy heiress publicly framed her for stealing a hundred-thousand-coin energy core just to see her rot in a dark cell. She was universally despised, physically repulsive, and a lethal biological toxin gave her exactly 59 days left to live. How was she supposed to survive this absolute hell when her starting affection with her partners was at negative 100? Then, a mechanical voice echoed in her skull, activating a survival system. To purge the poison, she had to harvest emotional energy by making these four men fall for her. Charity accepted the mandate, unlocked a top-tier culinary skill, and grabbed a rusted meat cleaver to start her counterattack.”