Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 423:The Marriage

When he and his rumored girlfriend were spotted shopping in Paris, she smiled, “Well, my husband's taste isn't bad this time!”When he goes out to have dinner with the mayor's daughter, she remarks with a radiant face, “This tie suits you better.”When he is about to get engaged with a merchant's daughter, she chooses to leave, “Dear, have a successful trip. I will have a surprise waiting for you when you return!”A few days later, the man approached her with a dangerous aura, “So the divorce was your surprise gift to me?”“Yes! What a great gift! Don't you like it, Mr. Gu?” What more could a husband like him want from a wise and understanding wife like her?Unknowingly, she stole his heart. Though she left, she never returned his heart.He said that letting her leave was the biggest mistake he ever made.He had spoiled her for four years, and from now on, he would spoil her for the rest of his life.[Glorious husband + sly Da Bao + adorable Little Treasure, why would you refuse this marriage? The warm-hearted husband never changes his deep love. This is a story of immense pampering and minor hardships with a happy ending, welcome to dive in!]

When humans step into the Galactic Era, the ancient art of cultivation thrives once again.

Fade was a legendary assassin that could kill just about anyone, as long as the price was right and the reason was just.

One day as he was reminiscing about his life when he lost someone important, he fell asleep. When he woke up he was in a weird place, a different body, a different world.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.