EX rank supporting role’s replay in a prestigious school - Chapter 712: Hidden Piece (4)

[Harem Heaven High School (HHHS)]As the name suggests, it is a dating simulator that gained popularity due to the beautiful heroines with huge breasts and, more importantly, the importance of the player's choices, which influence the endings.Zayden Valtrex, the son of a billionaire philanthropist, was a feared delinquent at Eiko Academy. Standing at 1.95 m tall, with blond hair, full of piercings and earrings, he even scared the teachers.He was none other than the great villain of HHHS, who stole the heroines from the protagonist Subaru Kisaragi.But one day, that very same villain suddenly shows up at school with a completely new appearance. He had removed all his piercings and earrings, changed his hairstyle to be slicked back, and wore a charismatic smile, no longer looking at others with that usual cold stare.Since then, more and more heroines began approaching him of their own will.What no one knows is that Zayden carries a secret memory: he is not only the villain of the game but also someone who once lived in another world... and knows every detail of HHHS. Moreover, he possesses a mysterious system: by spending money on a girl whose affection level is above 50, the return can multiply from 1 to 100 times — and it is not limited to money alone.

Lin Jiao and Gu Quan have been in love for two years, playing the role of a little white flower for his liking, willing to be humble as dust.

She thought that Gu Quan loved each other as much as she did.

But at a party, I heard him and others say, “Lin Jiao is very good, but it’s not her.”

Only then did Lin Jiao realize how ridiculous her character was.

She was ashes as she was, and when he left himself and lingered with his sweetheart, she left the stage sadly.

*

Later, Gu Quan, remorseful, found Lin Jiao.

He grabbed her hand, his eyes full of nostalgia: “Jiaojiao, forgive me, okay?”

“Not good.” A man in a bathrobe suddenly appeared and hugged Lin Jiao tightly in an absolutely possessive posture.

He glanced at Gu Quan defiantly, leaned over and whispered, “Wife, shall we continue?”

【Guquan Crematorium】

【The second male upper position】

【Double C, 1v1, Cookies】

- Description from novelbuddy

Annabelle Asra:“Wait!” He commanded, hope surged within me. Maybe he will change his mind, but his expression turned icy, and my heart sank as I understood he had no intention of doing so.“I will never allow you to live a normal life, even if the Crimson Moon has shown you mercy, Annabelle. I will make your existence a living nightmare for what you did to my sister.”As I pondered his plans for me once I was no longer part of his tribe, he seized my throat, and his fangs pierced my neck. The pain was unbearable as he marked me. The agony I endured was nothing compared to the torment his mark would bring.Anger, resentment, and bitterness consumed me. A mark typically signifies acceptance and protection, but in my case, it signified the opposite.Betrayed by the Alpha's fiancée, Kari, I was sentenced to death but spared by the Crimson Moon, only to be exiled and marked by my ruthless Alpha, Zachary Ziglar.After surviving and joining a new pack, I discovered I was pregnant without remembering who I had been with. But why did my pup bear a striking resemblance to my tormentor?

Every alpha generation must have a Saint, an omega chosen by the Moon Goddess to carry the cub, the heir of the world. When the last saint vanished, the curse fell on me.I am not a saint. I am a fake saint, bound to a duty I never asked for, and forced to walk among alphas assigned to guide me, claim me, and guard me.Their eyes are all on me, each filled with desire, obsession, hunger… and each one willing to do whatever it takes to make me theirs. And among the circle of them, one shadow stands colder than the rest, the alpha whose hands destroyed my family, whose cruelty made me an orphan.The Moon Goddess demands obedience. But my body and heart burn with a dangerous defiance, and I will not bow to prophecy… not to them, not to fate.