Bound to my Enemy - Chapter 67.

Raul reincarnated in an otome game, but he is not helpless.He is one of the most powerful entities in this world.---In this world, there’s no clear line between good and evil. You won’t see meaningless “training arcs” here; what you’ll find instead is narrative and reflection — sometimes filled with dark humor, other times echoing the devilish folklore of old European myths.-come to our Discord channel:https://discord.gg/A3xT3vgEbe part of our community

A wedding took place, and the richest man of Shencheng married a woman notorious for her bad reputation.Ning Guiwan was known among the upper class as a calamity—tormenting her sisters, causing her mother's death, leading an unseemly private life, despised by her father, and cast abroad to fend for herself.Four years later, she returned and directly took hold of Shencheng's most esteemed man's arm to enter into marriage, leaving the whole city in shock.However, amidst the doubts, Ning Guiwan presented a post-marriage agreement to Quan Yu, with the last clause reading: beyond cooperation, there shall be no involvement with each other.Quan Yu pinched the girl's waist, his lips curving into a smile, “You start the game, but I decide how to play it.”……Everyone said that Ning Guiwan, relying on the favor of the Quan Family's old matriarch, forced Quan Yu to marry her; otherwise, how could a man with such sound principles fancy a woman not only beneath his station but also with a scandalous past?But those who knew the truth shook their heads. Sound principles? Nonexistent. To get his wife, Mr. Quan resorted to all kinds of dirty tricks, even deceiving the old matriarch, yet Mrs. Quan, with her cold exterior and hard heart, married him but refused to love him.Until one day, Mr. Quan accidentally got injured, causing Mrs. Quan to frown.Then—“It's terrible, Mrs. Quan, the master has injured his arm, please come back and see him!”“It's terrible, Mrs. Quan, the master has injured his leg, please come back and see him!”“It's terrible, Mrs. Quan, the master...”“What happened again?”“The master says he's sick, please come back and see him!”“What sickness?”“The master says it's... lovesickness...”“……”[A pampering story, sweet to the extreme]

Note:- Return by Death, Harem, few r18 scenes, few disturbing assaults scenes.“I died... and died... and again and again and again,” Alan roared, sitting atop a pile of corpses, arms outstretched, gesturing at the war-torn landscape filled with bodies—all his own, each killed in a different way.“Can I tell you the tale of Alan Fitzgerald?”“How his family betrayed him, how an entire nation hunted him and how he hunted them back.”“All because he wasn’t blessed by those damned twelve gods.”In this world, people who reach the age of 12 will undergo the ceremony called Rite of Ascension, where they'll be blessed by any of the 12 gods.Their blessings determine the future of them.Alane Fitzgerald was the first heir of the Fitzgerald dukedom. Everyone believed that he would be the next chosen champion of the Sun God. Everyone believed that; even Alane believed that.Everyone loved him and cherished him.Until.On his 12th birthday, he undergoes the Rite of Ascension. Something went wrong, clearly wrong. None of the 12 gods didn't choose him; they didn't give him champion blessings, not even common or uncommon blessings. Worse than that, he was marked as a cursed devil.He was thrown into prison by his own parents, mocked by his own younger brother, and finally he was sold as a slave.He wants revenge; he wants to kill everyone who broke him and wants to make them suffer, even the gods who mocked him, but he is powerless.Then he met something dark, which offered him revenge. Gave its own blessings to him.Rather than blessings, it's a curse, yet it'll give him a chance to kill everyone.

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.