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Matched To Nine Arrogant Billionaire Mates

Chapter 4

Word Count: 757 | Released on: 25/06/2026

's voice was a hoarse whi

ver. "Confirmed. Nine potential mates. The matching

ine. It was an incredible number, offering her a vast range of c

n to recite the rules, a familiar

iod.' During this time, you hold absolu

soul, a promise of the powe

'Beast-Mark Contract' with any number of the partners. Those not chosen will have t

. The trial period was the fem

by your partners will be automatically transferred to your account.

her lips. This was the control she c

waiting for sounded. "Partner

r voice firm despit

her, showing nine simple folder icons arranged

scanned

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s Th

n Beau

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to ancient, powerful noble families, names whispered with awe and fear throughout

r, she tapped the firs

playing the most basic

on Stryker

. The rest of the screen

ng as such a coincidence in the world, and did not associate

cond folder: Alis

me. "Name: Alistair V

ch folder was a carbon copy of the last. A name. An age

a cold, creeping disappointment. The triumph she ha

e wasn't just a risk; it was a

nformation?" she demanded,

el males, only basic identification is provided

ped, her hands clenching in

te. All further information must be discovered by you during the trial

he door to the booth sl

ents leaving her reeling. She felt like she'd been tos

to choose, to control her own destiny. And what had she

sting grounding her. She would not be de

ing. The bright sunlight of the capital city felt harsh and unforgiving. The

needed, then she would get it herself. She would u

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Xin Miaomiao Fantasy

“As a lowly Terran refugee in a brutal world, I risked my life to hunt a Level 4 beast just to qualify for the Imperium's advanced partner matching. I thought it was my ticket to a better life, but the system unexpectedly assigned me nine elite partners, and it quickly turned into a nightmare. Because of my refugee status, these high-level males despised me before we even met. The city's wealthiest billionaire called me from a fake account, pretending to be a starving, debt-ridden gambler just to scare me into canceling the match. An ancient aristocrat planned to lock me in his remote outer bailey, intending to use me as a disposable medical tool. And the military commander, Jaxon Stryker-the very man whose life I had just saved in the deadly Umbral Forest-sent his assistant to my cramped apartment. "Commander Stryker is prepared to offer you a substantial sum to terminate the contract." I looked at the astronomical number glowing on the credit chip. In their eyes, I was just a cheap burden, a gold-digging parasite that could be paid to go away. They had no idea that I had single-handedly slaughtered a giant pythonoid, nor did they know I was the fierce savior Jaxon was currently tearing the city apart to find. A cold smile spread across my face. "Tell your Commander that if he wants to terminate the contract, he can come tell me himself." I slammed the door in the assistant's face. Since they wanted to play games, I would show these arrogant elites exactly what this Terran refugee was made of.”