Harry Potter: The Legend of Nero Ravenclaw - Chapter 91: Conclusion

She is the underworld Ghost Doctor’s only disciple, who accidentally transmigrated into the body of the main wife’s daughter in the general’s mansion. She used to be a punching bag.Now, she stepped on her dregs of an older sister, put her father’s concubine in her place, and teaches any objectionable aristocratic ladies a lesson.

Her days are rather free and unfettered. But when did that cold as ice prince from the rumors, sporting a deadpan face all day long, fix his gaze on her?
He unexpectedly fawned and pandered to her like a devoted dog?

“Go away, you rotten man! Careful or I’ll needle you like a pin cushion!”

“Wife, why are you so fierce? As a husband, I’m so scared”
….the man is all smiles as he approached, his eyes gleaming with a cunning light.

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“Get your filthy hands off my wife!” Ford’s commanding voice boomed through the room.Mrs. Johnson, stunned, released Elena’s wrist immediately.Ford stepped forward, his eyes sharp and unyielding. “I chose her. I need her. She’s mine. Don’t ever think you have a right over her again. Consider this your only warning—to you and your daughter.”Taking Elena’s trembling hand in his, Ford led her away. His grip was firm yet reassuring, and for the first time in years, Elena felt protected.Sitting in the car, tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe someone had stood up for her. Then, as her emotions overwhelmed her, Ford gently turned her face toward him kissing her with passion gradually Elena melted to his touch breaking her walls for the only man who stood by her.For a fleeting moment, Elena felt hope.What happens When Ford learns of Elena’s hidden son.As their love shatters after finding Elena’s Secret, he sends her packing.What happens when Ford finds out that the child born was from a mistake he made years ago while drunk.Will he be able to gain back Elena’s love?Would Elena find it in her heart to forgive?

I’ve become the ultimate crafting all-master character in a game world, excelling at everything except combat.And now, I am the only one who can save this Northern Grand Duchy.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?