Replacement Bride for the Alpha of the North - Chapter 231: THE CRITICAL SITUATION (23)

【Gunfight + Mystery-solving + Decisive Killing】I had already been backstabbing the underworld, and now you're telling me I was planted as an undercover cop???Dean looked at the boss with eyes that would not close in death, scratched his head, and could only take the opportunity to transform into Los Angeles' five-star good citizen—Detective Dean!Ps:There's nothing supernatural, but there is a dark world out of our ordinary reach, filled with assassins, thieves, and all kinds of bizarre cases...

Su Shuilian was the first legitimate daughter of a renowned embroidery family, but she was murdered by her jealous family member. After death, Su Shuilian’s soul enters an unknown female body who lives in a dynasty she had never heard of.

While trapped in the wilderness with her wolf pup companions, Shuilian picks up an assassin who was betrayed by his organization and saves him from the brink of death.

After making it out of the dangerous forest, the two travel to a small town with few inhabitants. There, they find a location with a picturesque scenery and disguise themselves as a married couple to buy a house to settle down in.

She was a girl unfamiliar to this world, and he was an infamous assassin. Journey with them as they adapt to their new life…

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Duwei is born in this new world from Earth without making any sound, he does not cry, he just stares at the people around him. As he grows he does not speak and curses this new world in which he is forced to live.

His father a great general of insurance he must have aptitude for something, nevertheless he is not more than trash. Ignored by his family as the “ret*rded” heir.

This is the story of your journey to discover the truths of this world and use the knowledge of your past life to remove your title of ret*rd, even if you have to become a devil.

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.