MTL - She Became the White Moonlight of the Sick King - Chapter 397 you are too insidious

{Ding! You've seduced the Ice queen}{Reward: you've earned 10× her net worth: $20M}{Multiple orgasm!}{Extra reward: $10M}As if losing everything wasn’t enough—his job, his pride, and his life, all stolen in a single day. First came betrayal. Then came Truck-Kun.Caleb Monrrow thought it was the end.Until he woke up in another world.Now reborn as the bastard son of a ruthless business tycoon, Caleb enters a life where his name is ignored, his worth dismissed, and his powerful siblings want him erased.He has one mission:Rise above them all and claim the legacy that should’ve never been his.But then…{Ding!}[10X Rebate System Activated]Seduce and conquer all female Cardholders. Receive 10X their wealth.“Getting rich while having fun? Sounds like the perfect deal.”Or so he thought.What the system didn’t say was that every Cardholder is linked to Group X—a shadowy organization that controls wealth, media, and power from the shadows.Each cardholder is powerful, seductive… and hunted.Rival Cardholders, deadly assassins, and secret alliances threaten to unravel everything.And now Caleb is in the middle of it all—with his life, heart, and future on the line.“Wait… the system never mentioned this!”In a game of lust, betrayal, and survival, Caleb must seduce, outsmart, and endure—because in this world, love is a weapon... and wealth is war.

The notion of destiny is mysteriously unfathomable! Some fight to the death but fail to grasp it, ultimately regretting their journey on the path of immortality. Yet there are those who are born with great destiny, not only blessed with innate talent, their luck is defying the heavens. Heavenly Grade Techniques, rare treasures, Elixirs, no matter where they go, they encounter them! One day, the treasure-hoarding Clan Leader sent a message, “There are too many treasures, our Family’s Treasure Vault can’t hold them all!” Upon hearing this, Lin Tianming couldn’t help but smile wryly. “It seems like treasures have eyes of their own, always finding me when I go out, but this isn’t what I intended at all!” PS: This book is also known as “I don’t want to be the son of Qi Luck!” “I really don’t want to pick up garbage anymore!”

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.