MTL - If You Don’t Fall In Love, You’ll Die - Chapter 42

The gods of the divine realm are hypocritical, and the evil souls master dominate the human world.Both the soul beast race and the human race are like grass.Su Yu emerges from the mundane world, stepping over countless evil bones, ascending to the supreme divine throne.With ice sealing the false Gods, and the God King’s seal ruling all beings.PS1: No fawning over Tang San, no fawning over Huo Yuhao, and the protagonist is not a nanny.PS2: The setting is based on Douluo Dalu 1-3 and Divine Realm Legends, not adopting the Douluo Dalu 4 setting.

What? Your future wife is a peerless killer, an underground queen?

Sorry, just killed her the other day.

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I heard that your girlfriend is the famous champion of China, the dream lover of countless people?

Um, she was too tired and fell asleep at night, you can come to her tomorrow.

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I remember that the abandoned store of the second uncle seemed to be bought by someone in a month or two.

Hurry up and exchange the useless places in the training house with your cousin for the abandoned store.

Then resold at a price of 10 million alliance coins.

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What?

Xu Yang rescued a legendary elf and took care of it for a month.

Yi Lam knocked Xu Yang unconscious with a sap and threw him out.

The legendary elf who regained consciousness saw Edward Lam.

He was so grateful to him that he willingly became Edward Lam’s elf.

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Mature content[R-18+] NO RAPE~~What happens when a psychopath falls in love?~The infamous wallflower and sole heiress of the Falcone empire, Abigail Falcone, was a loner, shy, and reserved. She did not know how to socialize or even how to love until she met him.Desperate to escape her scheming relatives, Abby sought a favor from her late best friend’s fiancé—a marriage of convenience.No one would have ever paired the shy, stammering wallflower with the sinfully handsome mafia leader. However, it quickly becomes clear that Abby is a woman of hidden strength—and Remo Quinn finds his dead heart beating once again.Wary but tempted, she struggles to get through the arrangement without stripping herself of her morals and losing her heart to her husband—a man so beautiful and broken, he will hurt her as much as he will love her.While seeking revenge and amidst the sultry heat of their forbidden desires and secret fears, will Abigail find the love that will change her life forever? Or will she face the punishment of falling for her deceased best friend's fiancé?What happens when Remo finds out his little shy wallflower wife is a little sly fox?——————————————————————Excerpt ~“Beg me to use you, Abby,” he growled, his voice husky with desire.Abby's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to comply with his demand. With a mixture of arousal and trepidation, she managed to whisper, “Please ...Remo...”But Remo wasn't satisfied with just her words. He wanted to see her beg, to hear the desperation in her voice. With a wicked grin, he applied a bit more pressure to her thighs, a hint of pain mingling with pleasure.“Words, little sweet doll. Beg me,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.The sensation sent a jolt of arousal coursing through Abby's veins, her resolve crumbling under Remo's intoxicating dominance. With a whimper of surrender, she found herself uttering the words he desired, her voice trembling with need.“Please...use me,” she pleaded, her heart racing as she surrendered herself to the delicious torment of Remo's touch.Trigger warnings; Self-harm, mental illness, rough sexual acts etc.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.