MTL - Ninth in The World - v6 Chapter 285 Galaxy Guardian

Benjamin was an ordinary high school student. After waking up on a certain day, he found out the gender values of society seemed to be reversed.

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In the original lines of the novel, I was a villainess—used as a political tool by my father and older brother—who ended up dying at the hands of my future husband.

A man who had emerged from the world’s most secure prison—God of Death Island, known as a super-powered being called the God of Death, had grown tired of the bloody storms abroad and now, like a hidden dragon, he had returned! But due to an accident, he became the contract husband of a beautiful CEO! From then on, he ruled the city, crushed the petty and wicked, and embarked on the tyrannical journey of an urban legend!

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?