My Beloved Super Fierce Wife - Chapter 55 - 【New Years Mini Theater】Non-text can be skipped

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.

Mysterious identity, three fathers to recognize, space in her left hand, a prince in her right.Building wealth, making big bucks, she never goes easy on the scum, and there's always someone to back her up in a fight.Xie Zhinuan thought, this life is just too sweet, it's not her fault she's so lucky.As for those losers, she really didn't want to fight them, but they asked for a beating by messing with her.All she wanted was to focus on her business, never thinking about marriage, especially not to someone so high-ranking and powerful... too scary, just too scary...Lately, what everyone was curious about was, “Did the Emperor succeed in his confession today?”

Xia Tian traversed from Earth to the grand world of Jiuzhou, an expansive realm of immortal cultivation.There, he became a prince of the final imperial dynasty in this world of martial immortals.As the dynasty teetered on the brink of collapse, and his life hung by a thread, fate granted him another crossing.This time, he traversed into the Supreme Primordial Realm, an unparalleled world of ultimate power.What’s more, he became one of the ten crown princes of the Celestial Demon Court.Later, Xia Tian obtained a strand of Hongmeng Purple Qi—a primordial essence of the highest order. He presented it to Di Jun, the emperor of the demons and his own father.From that moment, the history of the Primordial Realm took an entirely new course…

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]I yanked my wrist, trying to pull free, but his grip didn’t budge. “Let me go,” I cried, surprised by how weak I sounded but for goodness sake, this is an elementary school restroom hallway, meaning anyone might walk in at any moment.“No.” He leaned in, his breath warm against the side of my neck. My skin prickled as my toes curled, I hated how my body reacted without my permission. “You’re mine,” he whispered, “Every part of you, your fear, your silence, even that defiance you’re clinging to. It’s all mine. And I’m not about to let anyone else touch or have what belongs to me. Not the world, not even yourself.”****Kain Locke would never forget that face, the face of the man who smiled as he pulled the trigger, murdering his parents right in front of him. That moment scarred him for life, carving a hatred so deep it kept him alive.That man was Caspian Draeven, a ruthless Alpha who ruled the underworld with fear and bloodshed and as if that wasn't enough, he took Kain too, raising him in his empire of chaos.But Kain wasn’t broken as they expected him, rather, he was burning. Burning with hatred for the man who destroyed his world and he swear to get his revenge.However, Caspian wasn’t the only monster in the Draeven family. His son, Kael Draeven, was just as dangerous, cold, brutal, and utterly loyal to his father which makes Kain hated Kael just as much, if not more.For years, Kain planned his escape, waiting for the perfect moment so he can leave to prepare for his revenge.However when he finally ran, he thought he’d won his freedom. But the unexpected happens when Kael was sent to bring him back, and their confrontation took an unplanned turn. A single night left Kain with a secret he never saw coming and a bond he couldn’t forget, no matter how much he wanted to.But secrets have a way of coming to light, and Kain’s path will lead him straight back to the man he swore to hate forever.Because some bonds can’t be broken. Not even by revenge.