Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 1242 - 47 The Crown Prince’s Mansion

CONTENT WARNING:/This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./She was born to lie.He was born to enjoy it.Vivienne was raised by thieves.Seduction was her weapon.Stealing was survival.Lying? Second nature.Trust? Never an option.Now her debtors want one final job: sneak into the home of a reclusive duke, pose as his maid, and steal a golden horse worth a fortune.They promised her freedom—if she hands it over.But Vivienne isn’t handing over anything.She’s stealing the treasure, scamming the bastards who raised her, and disappearing into the wind.Simple plan.Until she meets Duke André.He’s not sick.Well—maybe a little in the head. And definitely bored.But dangerous? Oh, yes.Handsome? Unfortunately.Unbothered by her lies? Very.Every time she lies—he smirks.Every time she plots—he leans closer.And every time he touches her… she loses a little more control.He’s strange.He’s dangerous.And he’s onto her.But Vivienne’s not the type to fall.She’s the type to steal your gold—and leave you gasping.Unless, of course…He steals her first.

In a world dotted with World Entrances to a demon world, demons have invaded humans for centuries. Humanity has united and one of the most ancient sects in the world, the Archean Mountain Sect, has set up an entire education system in the form of Dao Academies and defenses at the World Entrances.

Deemed hopeless by her family and that she was better off married when her fourth novel continued to be a flop, aspiring author Xiang Wan begins to doubt herself. While feeling conflicted about continuing her dream as an author, things take an unexpected turn when a dazzling guy appears before her and takes her to the police station.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.