Plunder - Chapter 222 I Don’t Have This Son

He Zening had always felt that novels depicting the life of a Company President were good for passing time, but insulting to the IQ. Still, having read countless novels of this genre, never did she imagine that someday she would transmigrate into one of them. To make matters worse, the plots were so similar that she could not remember which novel it was. She was left with no choice but to assume the role of a secretary to the President.

The secretaries in novels ran errands for the President, assisted him in pursuing women, helped him keep the flames of love burning, and even took the blame for him if necessary. But a real-life secretary? They were blamed by those in power, sometimes hurt and reprimanded wrongly.

If it were not for the excellent pay and necessity, she would have already bolted out of the door. And like all curious bystanders, He Zening wanted to see the plot happen before her eyes; the President meeting the protagonist! A villain standing between the love of the leads! The side characters!

This is the second life of a level-headed, diligent secretary working hard to achieve a carefree life, whilst being dragged into the plot.

- Description from Novelupdates

22nd Century. An era hailed as the Age of Advancement and Peace.And for the better half of the century, it was an era where humanity lived side by side with alien races, their united empire ever expanding and flourishing.But the peace that everyone thought would last forever was taken by the very people who swore to keep it.The entire galaxy was plunged into war, a conflict fueled by the insatiable greed of those at the top, hidden behind the age-old lie that the enemy wished to destroy them.Vlad Igor was just another nameless soldier in the galactic war, a conflict that stripped him of everything he held dear, first his peace and then his family.When he thought the senseless war was over, their rulers betrayed him once more, taking away his hope.Vlad died, and as Darkness engulfed his senses, he thought he could finally rest, but fate had other plans for him.Sent back in time, Vlad found himself in the beginning of when everything began, when the first embers of the great war were just beginning to ignite, shaping the future that took everything from him.Vlad could now enter the world of Ascension and, with his knowledge and experience, amass power and influence that could possibly prevent the war.But can Vlad, a lone man, stand against the Titans who rule hundreds of stars, command billions, and will stop at nothing, pay any price, to keep their grip on power?

Chen Qiu had transmigrated to an Immortal World, where in this world of immortals— there were Heavenly Dao Decrees, a panel-like “Heavenly Pride Leaderboard,” and numerous entries. ... Every cultivator, upon breaking through a Great Realm, could obtain an entry. Different entries combined to define the cultivator’s limits and directions for development. Some cultivators relied on the entry combination of “Nine Ox Power” + “Hundred Percent Accuracy” + “Ignore Barrier” to marry into the Dragon Clan and became the greatest Beast Master in history. Others relied on the entry combination of “Nonsensical Babble” + “Deceive the Junior, Fool the Senior” + “Martyr’s Command,” becoming the greatest State Preceptor in history. Meanwhile, Chen Qiu’s first entry, “Rise Through the Ranks,” allowed him to choose one out of three random entries each time he broke through a small realm. From then on... Various entry fusion techniques, astonishing the human world! ... When everyone in this world had a golden finger, it all came down to whose destiny was tougher!

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.