My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 217 The Entertainment Woman

“Take it off.” In less than two minutes, he ripped off my short skirt and pinned me down on the bed. To get an Alpha to agree to collaborate with my father's company, I, as the bargaining chip, slept with this cold and ruthless Alpha. I thought that night would be the end of our encounter, but later on, I was forced to become his breeder. As time passed, I unexpectedly developed other expectations for him. Freedom was my only hope. However, I then learned that once I gave birth to the child, he would kill me. So I fled. When we met again, I was no longer the timid girl I used to be. I had become stronger and more beautiful. He regretted it and pleaded, “Don't go, Tori!”Bye, My Ruthless Alpha is created by Cynthia Lance, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Forcefully brought over from the modern world to an alternate world, Wang Chong felt detached and lived his life aimlessly.

However, when calamity struck and he saw his family and everything he cared for being torn apart, he felt regret.

Thus, he stood up and eventually became the Grand Marshal of the Central Plains, leading an army against those who seek to destroy all he cherished.

Yet, despite all his efforts, it was already too late to reverse destiny.

But before his death, a shooting star, the same one which brought him to this world, appeared before him, and he was given another chance to undo his regrets.

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Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world.That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue.And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after.Fortunately, I know just the cure.Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with.Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway.“Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said....huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?

When humans step into the Galactic Era, the ancient art of cultivation thrives once again.