Matched To Nine Arrogant Billionaire Mates

Chapter 6

Word Count: 645 | Released on: 25/06/2026

anderbilt IV lounged on his throne. His long, platinum-blond hair spilled ove

uded with a mixture of ago

te tailcoat, his posture one of unwavering deference. Walter held a datapad d

ands against his temples, a gesture of utter futility against the storm raging

all flickered erratically, dimming and

al storms are growing more frequent. The physicians warned t

ss snort. "Those fools are

lips curled in a sneer of pure contempt. "And now the imb

t arrogance of his dragon lineage. "Is this their ide

wer. "My lord, perhaps..

arrowed to icy sl

treme care, "a female's spiritual field is the only thing known

e to touch a low-born Terran?" He was an isolationist. He loathed an

sensing a slight opening. "The trial period is three months. You

has improved, and the three months are over, you can provide her with a gene

word hang in the air. "She would be

the word, a flicker of cold

reconsider. The idea was repulsive, but the alternative-the complete

a 'tool' for a few months seemed a bearable p

his body. He leaned back into

here," he commanded, his

lling stare, "make her understand her position. She is a temporary sol

s offered, you will ensure she understan

"It will be done, my lord. I will m

ught of pain. In his mind, her fate was sealed. She was to be a tool, valu

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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.”