A Guide to Raising Your Natural Enemy - Chapter 38

They called me a curse.A monster with a pretty face.They whispered that I was dangerous. That I should’ve stayed dead. That wherever I went, death and misfortune followed like shadows.I’ve been drowned, burned, and broken more times than I can remember. But no matter how often they tried to kill me, I survived.For fifty long years, I’ve done nothing but try to exist, carrying wounds no one ever cared to see.So when they shoved me into a barrel and threw me into the ocean, I didn’t fight because I was too tired to survive.All I wanted was for death to finally take me.But just when I was ready to give up, the ocean delivered me to them, The Five Alphas.A king with eyes of gold and a soul carved from cold stone.A wild storm of an Alpha, all fury and love tangled into one.A sorcerer whose voice feels like déjà vu.A soldier of ice, who watches me like I’m someone he once lost.And a rogue with a crooked smile who dares me to set the world on fire.They say I belong to them.They say I’m their mate.I thought they would treat me like everyone else, like I was something dirty, something cursed.But instead, they handed me crowns, armies, and entire kingdoms.My name is Evelyn Seris, the last Luna no one was supposed to find.If the world expects me to kneel before my Alphas, they’d better learn to kiss my feet first.

Tristan Lee, a dominant alpha through and through, meets Justin Vincent Alvarez—an omega who has never gotten his first heat in his 22 years of life.A fateful encounter between the two intertwines their fates, making them meet over and over again, just because Tristan helps Justin in his first heat.With the things connecting them together, read how their love story will unfold.The face that I have been longing to see all this time made my heart skip a beat as if I fell in love with him over again.His cat-like icy blue eyes stared at me as if he was looking into my soul, while I felt like I was drowning in them. I was getting sucked in again without any care for what has happened before—for what broke me in thousands of pieces.Just a single look from him made me realize that I still love him after all this time.“Justin…” I called his name. “Yes?” He responded, feigning innocence as if he doesn't know how much that eye contact affected me. He had a different kind of effect in me that no one could ever compare to.I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what I'm about to do.I don't feel hesitant in doing this at all. Instead, I feel nervous that he might reject me.He must have hated me a lot after all that. But I can't afford to lose him again. If I do… I might really lose myself this time.

“Hot Noodles request to add you as a friend.”An inexplicable friend request, a non-existent contact.Claiming to be a message from herself in the future, intimately knowledgeable about her past.Fang Xiaocao was utterly numb.Hot Noodles: Danger, do not go home tonight.“Is this some kind of joke?”Staring at the WeChat message, Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes and opened the anti-theft door.Hot Noodles: At midnight, when the knocking starts, don't turn on the light if you don't want to die.In the early morning: 00:00:00Fang Xiaocao was woken by the knocking sound. She was just about to turn on the bedside lamp when she remembered that bizarre message.She pulled back her hand and stayed put until dawn, only to know her neighbor next door, a woman living alone just like her was murdered at midnight...Fang Xiaocao was suddenly covered in a cold sweat.Hot Noodles: To celebrate our narrow escape from death, go to the flea market before three in the afternoon, stall number 7, and buy the seventh inkstone on the left-hand side. The seller's bottom price is 80, but the inkstone is worth 8 million.After last night's ordeal, Fang Xiaocao inexplicably chose to believe.She successfully bought an inkstone for a hundred dollars, and later discover it was indeed a imperial inkstone from the Qing Qianlong era, worthing 8 million!Fang Xiaocao stood there, dumbfounded!Following the message's instructions, she bought a second-hand car.But little did she know, the guidance was linking her into a series of events that dragged out a murder case and a fortune worth two small goals.Who on earth sent her the messages?It's really her future self?Or it's some kind of bizarre game?

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.