We Agreed to Brag Together, But You Secretly Dominated the World - Chapter 432: The Nine-Headed Lion

Le Yao became a cannon fodder wife for the *sshole CEO, Nangong Jue. As she cherished her life, she quickly signed the divorce agreement and walked away. After she got far away from him, she let herself fly free. Strongly determined to succeed, she returned to school and became the most beautiful scholar on campus. To turn her life around, she started cooking delicious food. When she started to live-stream her cooking sessions, she became a popular cooking goddess. Plus, she even taught line dancing to older ladies, becoming the sassiest dance goddess as she twisted her hips.

Le Yao was speechless. She unintentionally let herself fly free a little too quickly, huh?

Nangong Jue: “It’s fine. No matter how far or fast you fly, you’ll never fly out of my palm.”

A bunch of big shots who want to hug, kiss, and pamper the heck out of Le Yao: “…”

Le Yao: “…”

“Congratulations! Your divorce process will soon be complete. You can finally be rid of that pervert and go looking for true love. Aren’t you happy?”

“What’s there to be happy about?” As a top-notch female celebrity and popular actress, Luo Ying had always been admired by countless male and female fans alike. After waking up, not only did she have to face the reality of transmigrating into a novel, but she also had to get a divorce from the villain in the novel. Her nightmarish life would soon begin!

In the novel, Luo Ying had feelings for the male lead. After getting a divorce from the villain, she did everything she could to set the female lead up. In the end, the male lead locked her in a mental asylum and tortured her until she died.

Luo Ying shivered at the thought of such an ending. She didn’t want to die young. She wanted to stay alive!

To protect herself, the top-notch actress with a sweet voice began igniting flames of passion in the villain’s heart.

“Honey, I’m tired. Please hug me.”

“Are you sleepy? Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?”

Luo Ying thought she had turned off the livestream camera. Little did she know, it was still on. Her husband picked her up and looked at her gently. The way he coaxed her was broadcast on the livestream. On that very day, the entire internet crashed!

Netizens: Is this the content I’m supposed to see without paying? God, please give me a husband like him. Please give me a wife like her!

Gu Bailu has transmigrated. She was in Dubai one second ago, but the next thing she knew, she finds herself in a deep, dark forest. To make things worse, her body has been poisoned and s*x is the only antidote. Thinking that she will die in the middle of nowhere, she somehow runs into a handsome guy who’s semi-conscious. Eager to rescue herself, Gu Bailu lies him down, not realizing that he is Prince Zi, a powerful and brutal man who has killed every woman that had approached him. Her life is saved, but she can’t get away from him…

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?