Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm - Chapter 12 - : A Deeper Connection

“The useless daughter of the Su Family, Su Ye, had gone crazy after being rejected by the Bo Corporation’s President!

On the first day, she touched her father’s head. “Nephew, I think this project I found is good. You can go auction for it tomorrow.”

The next day, she dug up the Su family’s ancestral grave with a shovel and muttered, “I remember that it was buried here?”

On the third day, she patted the shoulder of a certain clean freak CEO. “Little Bo, even if the marriage didn’t work out, we still have feelings for each other. I’ll give you a discount on this medicine, just give me six million.”

…

Su Ye, the most ambitious woman in the business world who had died 40 years ago, had coincidentally been reborn into the body of his grandniece.

Thus...

In the department of inheritance notarization, a large inheritance that had been shelved for 40 years was claimed.

The museum was surprised to see that a mysterious person had donated an astronomical antique that disappeared 40 years ago for free.

Hacker Alliance. An account that no one had been able to identify who was behind it for more than 40 years suddenly came online.

Mysterious Sister became popular online. K.O. Stone Gambling Master, Reincarnated God of Medicine, Big Sister Carrier, Taekwondo Grandmaster…

Tens of thousands of people wanted to pamper her, and the Su family’s doorstep was frequented by the seventy to eighty-year-old childhood friends of hers who were big shots of various fields.

A certain ex-fiancé was filled with jealousy. “Make it hot. Don’t affect my fiancée’s college entrance examination.”

Zhen Xiang might be late, but he would never be absent.

Bo Yunli never looked at her in his eye before marriage.

After the divorce, Bo Yunli suddenly asked, “Which project do you like? I’ll bid for it and give it to you.”

“These are the gold shovels and keys to the Bo family’s cemetery. Dig whichever you like.”

“That’s true. The prescription is priceless and six million RMB is too little. How about exchanging it for the position of the Bo Corporation’s Young Madam?”

An edict bestowed marriage.

A noble daughter with three strikes: no talent, no looks, no virtue.

A trash wangye – disfigured, disabled, seriously ill.

Everyone says: Perfect match!

Bridal veil down–she wore a shallow smile. Leisurely and calm. Having experienced life and death, she only wanted to lead a quiet life.

Going up to the wedding hall–he had a slight smile on his face; a heart as cold as ice. He suffered all kinds of humiliation, but there will be a day when he will stand above all beneath the heavens.

–He is my husband. To bully him is to bully me. To insult him is to insult me. To hurt him is to hurt me. If someone were to hurt me, I would have to get to rid of them!

–Benwang doesn’t believe in supernatural beings and doesn’t seek heaven. If she were to die, benwang would turn this entire world into purgatory and sacrifice this whole country to her!

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“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.

My name is Allen Walker. I lived a quiet and uneventful life until I got into trouble with the school's ultimate bully, Flash Thomson. It was worth it because I was able to protect my friend Gwen and help out a poor guy named Peter Parker.That's right... my life was turned upside down with my school problems. I somehow ended up tangled with bullies like Flash and his rich friend Harry Osborn, and the three beauties of the school, Gwen Stacy, Felicia Hardy, and Mary Jane.I understood why Gwen was there, as she's my friend, but I couldn't understand why the other two girls were interested in me.My destiny should have been getting beaten up by the school bullies, but luckily, I received unexpected help from a miraculous entity called the “The Absolute Content Creator System”.This system mainly operates based on viewers and the popularity I gain by providing great content in my world. But somehow, I'm now live-streaming in the middle of the Superman vs. Doomsday fight... yes, it sounds very dangerous and stupid.No one told me I'd be going to the DC world to livestream?! Darkseid is going to kill me!!My aunt Natasha would scream at me for the stupidity I was committing, and she would be right, I mean, I'm streaming it to my world! But I have to be here, even if it's stupid and dangerous. The reason? I have a huge debt of one million dollars because I accidentally ordered a hundred fantasy waifu sex dolls... which have come to life for some reason. Yeah, things are getting complicated!!It sounds insane, but it's real. The first doll was Wednesday Addams, who tried to stab me, and the second was 2B from Nier: Automata, who treated me like her master... I won't complain about that.A bit confusing? Let's recap:- I live in a world that the system calls Marvel... I'm not sure if I should be worried.- I was a normal teenager making YouTube videos and streams, not very popular...– I got involved with the school beauties and that earned me the hatred of the bullies... ¿why?- I was chosen by a system related to content creation.- During a stream, my chat played a prank on me, and I ended up accidentally ordering a hundred very expensive sex dolls that left me in a one-million-dollar debt.- These dolls are coming to life for some reason.- To pay off that debt, I have to use the system that sends me to DC and broadcast craziness like Batman being captured by the Joker or some villain fighting the Justice League.It's not all bad.With a system like in the manga, I become stronger the more popular I get. I gain powers that only appear in comics and anime, and many other things. But, as I said, my world is not normal, and I'll end up getting involved in dangerous things.I knew that when a one-eyed man appeared at my door and said, “Do you know about the Avengers Initiative?”... I think I should definitely be worried about that.While things are bad with all that, my chat is full of trolls and assholes. To make matters worse, my congenital bad luck leads me into stupid and dangerous situations all the time.For example: entering Harley Quinn's room and having relations with her while the Joker is nearby or kicking Darkseid in the balls...Maybe I'll get killed soon, but if not, I'll continue live-streaming the best content on social media... I just hope the system doesn't stream to strange places.