Matched To Nine Arrogant Billionaire Mates

Chapter 8

Word Count: 740 | Released on: 25/06/2026

way from the grandeur of the city center. It smelled of recycled air, cheap no

y, reached the door to her own small pod. Just as she w

out. It was Zoe Foster, her neighbor, who

. "Clara! You're back! Judging by th

ched Clara's lips. She nodded. "Yeah. I l

rtment, which was just as small as Clara's but decorated with c

pushing Clara onto a small sofa. "

ank files. The frustration that had been simmering inside he

she said

ucers. "N-nine? Oh my gods, Clara! You

"I have no idea. The files were

ened at the Registry. Zoe's

de. It must mean they're all incredibly high-level. That's the

hey'll have your information by now. Someone is

pe Clara was clinging to. Sure

The first thing she did was take a long, hot shower, letting the steaming wa

soft robe, she final

hrough the list of nine names again and again, the syllables feeling foreign

silence in her tiny apartmen

nal remai

requests. No me

had buoyed her began to sink, replaced

felt even a flicker of curiosity about the wom

before, to the one thing she possessed that was truly her own, a skill that

ore. But she knew it could be art. It co

nd partly as an act of defiance. If they wouldn't come to her, she would

resh ingredients, traded for at exorbitant prices with the spoils of her hunt

th an old, familiar grace. The small space soon filled with an aroma that was utterly alien to

She waited for the chime that might, at any

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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.”