[BL] Debut in Interstellar After Retiring as Grim Reaper - Chapter 12 - : Confrontation

Lady Jenna has lived her whole life as a puppet.And her father? He pulled the strings.She had to do everything to make him proud...to please him! that even when he asked her to let go of her first love, Lady Jenna did let go, and she was married off to a man she'd never known before.A man who, in every sense and breath, became her worst nightmare.It wasn't a beautiful nightmare, like the ones read in books, no.He'd hit her every night- her so-called husband.He became her worst fear, that she didn't even want to remember his name, and the word husband scared her.Most importantly, men.Jenna became afraid of men.She wanted to run, hide, or die even- if that would help her escape from this hell. But... society.They would turn and judge. They would raise their brows and curse her. They wouldn't look at the scars on her body.Not that Jenna would let them. She had become insecure after constant nights of tears and getting hit.But these people, they wouldn't care until she decided to leave the marriage.And when the opportunity came knocking at her window,Jenna grabbed it, abandoned her marriage, and set out for a different life.It was difficult for a girl who had always been sheltered, but she needed to survive. She didn't want to go back.Everything changed that night... a rainy ni—wait, it was a normal night. No rain, just a soft breeze, and Jenna stumbled upon this stranger...He had no memory of his past, and his mind was trapped in the age of seven!!A full-grown man, with muscles enough to snap Jenna in two, now behaving like a child?Following Jenna around and calling her Master.“Master, you own me now, right?”“Yes, I am your master, and you are mine,” Jenna nodded with a smile.Writing this novel for all women looking for their own voice in marriage and relationships.The romance is fluffy and sunshine throughout.The Male lead fell first and fell harder (a yandere)Book is also fast-paced.Book cover check out Veness on Patreon.Thank you!

“Su Xiaomeng, about that night—”One sentence from Yin Shixiu and her world tilts.He’s her best friend’s thirty-two-year-old uncle, a man whose name opens every door in the city, and the last person she wants to tangle with.“Uncle, look—you weren’t thinking straight and I was blackout drunk. Let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”“…Fine.”Three months later he discovers—via an excited niece—that Su Xiaomeng is pregnant.“The moment the baby’s born, you let me leave. No more hounding me!”“…Fine.”He signs the marriage contract she writes herself.“Uncle, I need spicy hot pot at midnight…”“…Fine.”He’s out the door in the snow, gathering ingredients until his fingers turn blue.“Uncle, I’m scared. He’s kicking so hard—it hurts…”“Alright, alright—no more babies after this.”On the eve of delivery, he strokes her back, whispering promises until her breathing steadies.

At twenty, she had a child in secret.At twenty-two, she was discreetly married into a wealthy family.Qin Mu lost her mother at the age of seven and was sent abroad by her unscrupulous father when she was only eight. Little did she expect her future to be so bright, she decided to climb up on Mu General's shoulders with great strides.Mu Yichen went from being Rongcheng's top heartthrob to its youngest tycoon—arrogant and wise, unfathomable, yet he somehow fell into the hands of a little lass.——About marriage.“Mu Yichen, we are just—friends!”“That can't be the reason you reject me!”Qin Mu was scared stiff, as Mu General rudely carried her off to the marriage registration office, to sign, to stamp, to get the certificate!——Hidden marriage for too long.“If you say our daughter is adopted from the orphanage, I won't argue with you, but when will you make me public?” In broad daylight, Mu General pinned Mrs. Mu against the corner wall, threatening her with a devilish charm.“Depends on your performance!” Mrs. Mu smirked, and the next moment, she counterattacked Mu General.“Quick, cover your eyes!” Mu Baby, who had been ignored on the side, immediately covered her eyes.

“The Second Cult Leader and the Prophet of the Voodooists died during the Holy War seven years ago.”

Florence Academy was a prestigious clergy academy.

“Now that the Voodooists are considered as a cult, who is the Third Cult Leader, where are they now, and what are they up to?”

Only I knew the answer to this question.

The Third Cult Leader was a freshman at Florence Academy. He was here, standing amongst the others in the auditorium.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because I’m the Cult Leader.

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