The Villains Need to Save the World? - Volume 9 Chapter 487: Sky Pool Palace Assassination Battle and Bella’s Retreat

Nina Sinclair had the worst luck for eight lifetimes. Her boyfriend of three years was getting married, but the bride wasn’t her, and he even wanted her to attend the wedding?In a fit of anger, she found a man to fake a marriage. She planned to have him impersonate the mysterious billionaire uncle of her scumbag boyfriend who was on a business trip, aiming to crush the cheating couple by attending the wedding as his aunt!After getting the fake marriage certificate, Nina discovered she had been deceived.The marriage certificate was real, and the driver husband from the fake marriage turned into her real husband. That man even demanded she fulfill wifely duties!To slap the scumbag in the face, Nina had no choice but to brace herself. Unexpectedly, the husband she picked up on the go had good kidneys, a strong waist, loved her, spoiled her, and even helped her teach the scumbags a lesson, almost spoiling her rotten!Later, she discovered that whenever the billionaire went on a business trip, her bargain husband disappeared. The media snapped a photo of the billionaire with a globally unique pink diamond necklace, which appeared on her dressing table the next day…Could it be that her bargain husband was actually the billionaire himself?!Nina Sinclair: “Explain yourself!”The man walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, “Calm down, my dear wife, don’t let it affect the baby.”

A necromancer and a saint blessed by the Constellations. That’s me.

For three years, Finn Taylor is utterly humiliated. He has endured everything from physical beatings to verbal abuse. For three long years, he has gone by only one identity—the useless matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family. But this life as he knows it is about to be turned upside-down as he reclaims his position as the head of Peregrine Hall.

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]“Fuck, still so tight.”That's the first thing I hear after dying.Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.I have objections, so many objections.My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.It gets so much worse when I learn his name.Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..“Round two?”And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.