MTL - No Bounds for the President’s Spoiling - Chapter 41 Sworn sovereignty

Return of the King, Dominating the CityMy Gorgeous Delicate Wife

Fresh off the battlefield, Marshal Ke Lian received the startling news that his never-before-met fiancée had faced a family tragedy, losing both her parents. Despite inheriting a massive fortune, she now required someone to look after her.As the top-ranking figure on the “Empire's Most Popular Young Men Among Women” list, Marshal Ke Lian, known for his unparalleled charm and prowess, dutifully followed his father's wishes and married Du Xixi.He had envisioned Du Xixi as a delicate flower in need of tender care. But who could have imagined that the girl wielding a kitchen knife, fiercely battling the Humming Beast, would be the same one needing protection?Du Xixi stumbled into the Star Era, finding herself parentless and with a billion-dollar inheritance to claim... Oh, and a supposedly handsome fiancé she had never actually met.As the sole heir to the prestigious Imperial Chef Family, Du Xixi gazed at the rows of sleek Mecha in her new husband's courtyard and couldn't help but feel that a kitchen knife aligned more with her true temperament.

Kim Bo Myung, after graduating from high school years ago was living a below average life as an employee of an entertainment agencies PR department.After getting run over he opened his eyes to see that he was back in the past in the body of a member of an idol group?!He gets a chance to regain his lost dreams and write a new legend in the entertainment world and also get revenge !

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.