Rejected No More: The Exiled Princess Returns

Chapter 5

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k into its sheath. The metal cl

warned, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "If you wan

himself for the inevitable. He waited for the spoiled, toxic princess

he di

rown. She didn't

ng back allowed, and folded her hands neatly in front of her.

er voice was calm, steady, and completely since

y. The vicious insult he had prep

d, her face marred by scabs, yet her eyes were startlingly clear

ned. He looked away, unable to hold her steady gaze

ager to leave this bizarre,

ok on

harity ca

ensing. Here it comes, he thoug

bleeding out on the concrete. "If you don't need that carcass,

d lost her mind. The meat of low-level, polluted beasts wa

ugh. "If you want to poison yourse

er eyes lit up. "Thank you," she said aga

the rotting beast like it was a pile of pure gold. His brow furro

urned and walked quickly into th

w disappeared, the system

detected in genetic partner B

he panel. Braden's affection had moved fr

ting a hidden node: Shattering a partne

: [Top-Tier Biologi

. It was the complete anatomical knowledge of thousands of alien species, the precise meth

synapses. When she opened them, she wasn't just a starving wo

a clear anatomical diagram. She knew exactly where the poison sacs were, which

rsized coat. She walked over to the beas

thick, heavy hind leg and a prime section of the backstrap. Driven by the pure, intoxicating promise of real food, she began the agonizingly slow proc

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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.”