The Ugly Girl Gained a Beauty Purchase System - Chapter 30: Inducement

Harem Dynast is the story of a princess set up in a political marriage with King Lorent, a great conqueror who is often mentioned in the Harem novels.

Before her rebirth, she was abandoned by her parents, used, and ultimately killed by her manipulative, fake sister. After being reborn, she kicked all the trash to the curb and punished those who deserved it.Rumors spread online that Qin Sheng was being kept as a mistress?A group of computer geeks declared, “Let’s hack those keyboard warriors’ computers.”The top director asked, “Boss, have you finished writing the script?”A renowned medical expert said, “Sheng Sheng, our research institute is offering you a hundred million yuan. When can you come over?”A famous painter pleaded, “Sister Sheng, could you take me under your wing when you host your art exhibition?”The CEO of a billion-dollar company inquired, “Boss, when will you reveal your true identity?”Finally, a powerful figure pulled Qin Sheng into his arms, saying, “Sheng Sheng, I’ve transferred all my assets to you.”Netizens: ?? Is this world turning into a fantasy?She is a business prodigy, a computer genius, a legendary screenwriter, a celebrated painter, and a renowned doctor. Watch how she creates an era of prosperity and brilliance.(The male lead has a built-in talent for spotting fake people and spoils the female lead endlessly, with no limits!)

Zhou Youlin, a famous ice queen of the special forces. During an accident in her mission, she was betrayed by her squad mates and was shot twice. She died on the spot. When she woke up again, she became the useless madam of a rice family and was a resentful wife who was neglected by her husband. Her son, too, was neglected.“If I’m not mistaken, we’re already divorced. You’re currently invading my home, my dear ex.” Zhao Youlin raised her chin and sat at the end of the couch with her legs folded. She looked prideful.Mu Tingfeng was expressionless. “We can get married again.”Zhou Youlin quirked her eyebrows. Then, she swung her hand, and a large number of handsome men’s pictures were spread on the table.“Baby, be a good boy and choose someone you like to be your stepdaddy, okay?”Mu Tingfeng’s expression… turned dark.

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.