Matched To Nine Arrogant Billionaire Mates

Chapter 7

Word Count: 744 | Released on: 25/06/2026

ime's financial district, a glittering testament to his vast wealth, offered him no comfort. He ran a fr

sin, Max, stood nervously by

hovering in the air. His voice was a high-pitched squeak of pure terror. "Lo

on the screen, a black hole poi

avering purpose: the accumulation and protection of his money. And the Imp

r. "My entire life's work! Is some woman I've never even met going

tes that only income is shared during the trial p

refuses to leave? What if she latches onto me? Women are the most

ra, this refugee, would be a parasite, a

nd working at lightning speed. Then, he stopped. A sly, c

run a full background check on this Clara. Everything yo

ngly sparse. Terran refugee. Arrived in the Imperium one year ago. Lives in a ca

ading across his face. It confirmed his every

g to Max with a triumphant

is it,

s shoulders to slump. His face transformed, adopting an expression of piti

e comms ID for me. The profile will be that of a degenerat

act her, but not a

rate man at the end of his rope.

. "Sir... you're

nk about it! A woman who has known nothing but poverty her whole life suddenly discovers her matched

hills! She'll terminate the contract herself! An

. It was the perfect, cost-effective sol

of resignation, but we

ercover market research.' He stood in front of a mirror, practicing his most pathetic, tear-jerking

wait to begin

one, absolutely no one, took a single

eart-wrenching plea for help, imagining the look of h

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“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.”