MTL - Live Surgical Broadcast - v3 Chapter 2814 Eyeliner

[BL] To pay off his debt, Lim Garam decided to debut as an idol under the entertainment company that belongs to the loan shark he owes. But the contract he signed wasn't a business contract. It was a marriage contract with Song Sihyuk--- the Alpha among the Alphas, and a third-generation chaebol at that.Lim Garam is a Beta, so he never understood Song Sihyuk's obsession with him.But maybe he should have known the moment his contract husband asked him THAT question:“Do you want me to turn you into an Omega, Lim Garam?”***#omegaverse #betaxalpha #omegaxalpha #sassybeta #suddenlyomega #redflagalpha #toxicrelationship #secretmarriage #showbiz #idol #chaebol #ceo

On the first day of their flash marriage, Fu Chenlie proclaimed to Wen Ran: 'I will absolutely not engage in any improper relations with you.'On the second day of their flash marriage, Fu Chenlie kissed Wen Ran.Wen Ran: 'Didn't you say you wouldn't engage in a relationship with me?'Fu Chenlie: 'I also said, don't talk back!'

In her past life, she trusted the wrong people—and betrayed the one man who loved her most. Blinded by lies, she pushed her fiancé into ruin. Yet even as the world turned against him, he forgave her. And in the end, he slaughtered all her enemies… before using the final blade to follow her into death.Now reborn, she swears to rewrite her fate.This time, she tears apart the fake innocents, crushes the traitors, and rises in brilliance—only for one purpose: to win back the heart of the man she once destroyed.But little does she know…He never truly left.From the shadows, he has already laid his trap, created a world where she can only fall—back into his arms.A love once buried in blood and regret will now reignite amidst vengeance, redemption, and fate's cruel game.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”