The Defective Wife's Lethal Comeback
Jolie transmigrated into a high-tech universe ruled by beast-shifting Primals, only to wake up in the body of a "defective" female. With a Genetic Compatibility Index of zero, she was publicly discarded by her mandated military partner.
Before she could even adapt, her stepmother drugged her with an illegal aphrodisiac and locked her in a pitch-black suite with that same ex-fiancé—now a feral, maddened beast. The family wanted her torn apart to permanently erase their embarrassment.
But instead of dying, Jolie awakened a rare plant-manipulation power. She bound the raging General, drained his energy, robbed him blind, and fled to a remote farming planet. Just as she thought she was free, the Commonwealth system flashed a new mandate. They assigned her a new husband: Keanu Robertson, a psychotic assassin who had murdered his last three wives.
The system wasn't giving her a partner; it was handing her a death warrant. Keanu despised females, especially a "useless" zero-GCI burden. He tracked her forged alias across the galaxy, descending upon her barren farm in the dead of night with pure murderous intent. How could a discarded, defective girl survive the most feared apex predator in the Shadow Sector?
But as the legendary assassin stepped onto her property to finish the job, a mutated, neurotoxic vine whipped out and completely paralyzed him. Watching the massive killer crash face-first into the dirt, Jolie lowered her rifle and smiled.
"Welcome home, husband."
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Chapter 3
The green energy felt like a freezing river bursting through a dam. It surged through Jolie's bloodstream, overriding the weakness of her zero-GCI body.
In the pitch-black room, Jolie's eyes flashed with an eerie, luminescent emerald glow.
Aloys felt it. Even through the haze of the aphrodisiac and his feral madness, his combat instincts flared. The aura of the female beneath him had mutated from prey to something highly dangerous. His jaw clenched, and he tried to crush her wrists to neutralize the threat.
Jolie let out a guttural scream. She channeled every ounce of the freezing green energy into the palms of her hands and pushed it outward, flooding the environment.
In the corner of the suite, three expensive, decorative potted vines reacted instantly. The Arborgenesis Gift-a power she didn't even know she had-injected them with terrifying vitality.
The fragile, decorative stems exploded in size. Within half a second, they mutated into massive, thigh-thick vines covered in dark, pulsing veins.
Four of the colossal vines slithered across the carpet like giant anacondas. They whipped through the air and snapped around Aloys's thick ankles, locking on with the grip of a vice.
Aloys roared in shock and fury. He tried to yank his legs free, his muscles bulging as he applied thousands of pounds of force.
The vines didn't snap. His brutal strength only managed to leave faint white stress marks on the bark.
The distraction cost him his leverage. Jolie seized the split-second opening. She drove her knee upward with brutal precision, slamming it directly into his groin.
Aloys let out a choked grunt. The crushing grip on Jolie's wrists loosened just a fraction of an inch.
Jolie ripped her hands free. Her palms glowed brighter, casting a sickly green light over Aloys's enraged face. She directed the remaining vines straight at him.
Two thick branches lashed out, wrapping around Aloys's biceps. With a violent jerk, the vines hauled his massive body backward, ripping him off Jolie and dragging him through the air.
Suspended above the floor, Aloys's survival instincts took over. His body erupted in blinding, crackling blue lightning. The Thunder-attribute power of a top-tier Primal illuminated the suite in strobe-like flashes. He channeled the high-voltage electricity directly into the vines, trying to incinerate them.
Jolie's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively activated her secondary Gift: Sylvan Soul. A shimmering, translucent membrane of life energy coated the vines, acting as a perfect biological insulator.
The blue lightning exploded against the membrane. The outer bark charred and smoked, filling the room with the smell of burning wood, but the core of the vines held strong.
With a flick of Jolie's wrist, the vines slammed Aloys into the far wall.
CRASH.
The impact shook the entire hotel suite. The expensive silk wallpaper tore, and the drywall fractured into a spiderweb of cracks.
Aloys was dizzy, his vision swimming. The combination of the aphrodisiac, his psychological revulsion, and the massive over-exertion of his lightning power pushed his feral index past the point of no return. His body was shutting down.
His eyes bled crimson. With a final, inhuman bellow, he flexed his left arm so hard the bone popped, physically snapping one of the charred vines in half.
Jolie's breath hitched. She couldn't let him get loose. If he touched the floor, she was dead. She slammed her hands together, focusing all her remaining mental power into the ultimate Arborgenesis execution.
The hardwood floor beneath Aloys splintered and erupted. A massive, primary root burst from the ground directly behind him. It split into a hundred smaller, razor-sharp branches that wove together at blinding speed, forming a dense, inescapable wooden cocoon that pinned Aloys flat against the cracked wall.
Aloys thrashed wildly, his lightning sparking weakly against the wood.
The tiny thorns lining the vines dug deep into his skin, injecting a potent, plant-based neurotoxin.
Aloys's movements grew sluggish. His chest he heave as he fought the paralysis. His golden eyes, burning with a lethal promise of murder, locked onto Jolie's silhouette in the dark. He memorized her scent, her shape.
Then, the toxin won. Aloys's head rolled forward, his chin hitting his chest as he slipped into total unconsciousness.
Jolie collapsed onto the carpet. Her clothes were soaked in cold sweat. Her chest heaved as she sucked in greedy lungfuls of air.
She stared at the terrifying man cocooned on the wall. She had actually survived.
Suddenly, a crisp, mechanical voice echoed directly inside her brain.
[System Alert: Ultra-high concentration of feral regulatory energy detected. Do you wish to absorb? ]
Jolie froze. She looked up at the unconscious Aloys. The terror in her chest evaporated, instantly replaced by a cold, calculating greed.
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9.3
Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine.
But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him.
When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement.
I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive.
I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras.
"That was for my father and brother."
Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.
9.6
She was sold as a broodmare. He was a warrior with no memory. Together, they'll burn down the world.
Lyra has been called many things: half-blood, mongrel, dirty blood. Rejected by every pack she's approached, she's given one final chance-as a bride to Ronan, the cruel Alpha of Red River Pack. But when her wedding night becomes a nightmare, she stabs her new husband and flees into the frozen wilderness.
Stellan remembers nothing. Not his name, not his past, not the ancient tattoos covering his body. He only knows that when he sees a terrified woman falling from a cliff into an icy river, he must save her-even if it kills him.
On the run from a vengeful Alpha and his army of hunters, Lyra and Stellan discover an impossible bond growing between them. The moon has chosen them as mates. But Stellan's memories are returning, and with them, a devastating truth: he's not just any wolf. He's the Alpha of the North Star Pack. And a half-blood can never be his Luna.
Now Ronan's brother has sworn revenge, an ancient prophecy awakens, and three packs prepare for war. Lyra must prove that bloodlines mean nothing-and that the most powerful bond of all is forged in ice and fire.
He lost his memory. She lost her freedom. Together, they'll find everything.
8.3
Imogen Montgomery was the perfect billionaire heiress, deeply in love and ready to marry her fiancé, Clark Ellis.
That all ended the night her cousin Kathleen ripped the sapphire pendant from her neck and pushed her into a pool of toxic chemicals to die.
Two years later, Imogen's eyes snapped open. But she didn't wake up in a hospital. She woke up tied to a stained mattress, trapped in the battered body of Briana, a teenage girl from the slums who had just been sold to a local trafficker.
After violently fighting her way out of a cheap motel, she discovered the horrifying truth. Kathleen had taken over the Montgomery Group. She had locked Imogen's grieving parents away in a psychiatric facility as prisoners.
And worst of all, Kathleen was now flaunting her stolen wealth online, preparing to marry Clark.
A wave of pure, white-hot rage boiled in her blood. Kathleen had murdered her, stolen her family, and was playing the perfect grieving cousin. How was she supposed to fight back? She was just a runaway nobody now. If she tried to expose the truth, Kathleen's security would shoot her dead in the street.
She needed a weapon. She needed a shield. She needed the one man Kathleen feared.
Covered in mud and blood, Briana intercepted Clark's car in the freezing rain. She was going to infiltrate his home as his vulgar, unhinged fake mistress, and she would drag Kathleen straight down to hell.
9.5
He was born from the void between stars - a being of immense power, forged from cosmic origins.
For thousands of years, he walked among humanity, protecting them and keeping his true strength hidden. After losing the only family he had, grief led him to seek his own end... only to wake up in a world entirely unlike his own.
Here, cultivation is the main path to power. Those who master spirit qi gain superhuman strength, speed, and abilities that place them far above ordinary people. Four great sects rule the land, competing for resources, secrets, and dominance over each other.
Icaros joined the Li Sect, where he found companions he came to trust and care for: the capable and easygoing Li Han, the sharp and composed Su Yan, and the spirited Nelly. For a time, he felt he had found a place to belong, even as he kept his true nature hidden and wondered whether he could ever learn to cultivate like those around him.
Everything changed when their voyage was suddenly attacked. A powerful figure floating in the sky cut their ship apart with sharp, devastating energy strikes, leaving only destruction in his wake. Believing his friends had been lost in the disaster, Icaros chose to stop holding back any longer.
> "I am done hiding!"
He unleashed his full power: golden light blazed from his eyes, he flew at incredible speed, and he broke through every barrier and enemy in his way. On the shores ahead, he tore through hordes of powerful jade monsters, destroying them completely before flying deep into the interior of the island.
Meanwhile, survivors washed up scattered and alone. One young cultivator found himself on the shores of Jade Island - a place most cultivators avoid, as it holds no treasures or useful materials, only danger and endless deposits of ordinary jade. Yet despite the risks, ordinary people have built settlements here, finding safety from the conflicts and power struggles of the outside world.
This island works by different rules. Spirit qi is scarce and unstable, making cultivation far less effective than elsewhere. Instead, the people here rely on advanced technology - weapons and explosives that can injure or even defeat those with great physical strength. Here, skill and preparation can be just as powerful as raw strength, and even the strongest cultivators must move with caution.
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9.0
Eleanora arrived at the city's most exclusive club with a custom cake, ready to surprise her boyfriend of six years, Kason, for his birthday.
But when she opened the suite door, she found him pressing her cousin Brielle against the sofa, kissing her passionately.
Brielle splashed red wine over Eleanora's silk dress, mocking her as a passionless dead fish.
"Get out. Don't stand there and ruin my night."
Kason didn't even look guilty as he waved her away like a nuisance.
Fleeing in tears, Eleanora accidentally drank a spiked cocktail and stumbled into a dark penthouse pool.
She was pulled from the water by Horace Reeves—Kason's terrifying, billionaire uncle and the ruthless black sheep of the family.
Drugged and hallucinating, she clung to him and whispered Kason's name.
"Since he didn't want you, I'll be happy to take his place."
That single word triggered a dark, possessive fury in the billionaire as he pinned her to his bed, claiming her completely.
Waking up covered in bruises, she realized her six years of blind loyalty had been a complete joke. She had escaped a cheating boyfriend only to be trapped by the most dangerous predator in Manhattan.
Forced by her mother to attend a family dinner that very night, she was suddenly dragged into a dark VIP room by Horace.
He kissed her brutally against the door, just as Kason and Brielle walked by and pushed it open.
Seeing his uncle pressing his ex-girlfriend against the wall, Kason's jaw went slack in absolute shock.
Horace slowly lifted his head, his eyes like chips of ice as he looked at his nephew.
"Get out."