The Billionaire Ex-Wife Stormed Back as a Marvelous Divine Doctor - Chapter 25 - We Don’t Need Dad

Giles transmigrated to a world where everyone practiced beast-taming, and he was adopted by the owner of a beast-taming arena from a young. However, Giles could only run errands and do basic chores since he didn’t have any talent for beast-taming.

One day, the arena owner had to go on a long trip, so he entrusted Giles with the management of the arena.

Faced with a bunch of baby beasts waiting to be fed, the inexperienced Giles could only tell them about the stories that he’d heard from his past life. [Pet Beast Guru Duck finished listening to “The Ugly Duckling”, evolved into an “Eight-winged Swan Beast”!] [Pet Beast Beetle Bug finished listening to “Godzilla”, evolved to learn “Ultra Heat Beam”!] [Pet Beast Lil Ape finished listening to “King Kong”, evolved into an “Invincible King Kong Beast”!] [Pet Beast Green Haired Dog finished listening to “Greek Mythology”, evolved into a “Cerberus”!] Even that rock pet beast in the corner.

After listening to Giles telling the story of “Journey to the West”, the rock split open and evolved into the Ancient God-tier pet beast, “Heavenly Sage Sun Wukong”!

When the arena owner returned, he was stunned, I told you to take care of the arena, and you trained them all to become Divine Beasts?!

Transmigrating only to end up in the body of a notorious and blacklisted dated movie queen?Accused of bribery, plastic surgery, being a mistress and diva, and even having sex for favors?The number one spoiled and domineering queen returns with a vengeance! To kick out the movie kings and queens and to dominate the entertainment industry!Nothing will stand in the way of the empress to get rid of that bastard emperor—not even transmigration!But…F*ck! What the hell?That darn husband of hers is the spitting image of that bastard emperor…

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.