Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute - Chapter 2

Read the first 10 chapter and you will like it..All of humanity—billions of souls—were forcibly transported into 《Global Lord》, a merciless game-world where each person becomes a Lord and must fight to survive. Most cried. Most begged. Most died.But Lucas Nightveil was different.A war mongrel with a thirst for carnage, Lucas thrived in blood and madness. While others struggled to build wooden huts and gather firewood, Lucas awakened the [Dark Crypt]—and with it, her.Selena Draculea, the Vampire Queen. Elegant. Overpowering. Sadistic. And above all—loyal only to her King.While the rest of the world was still learning how to train peasants, Lucas was already unleashing Death Knights, Blood Moon Archers, and Shadow Banshees from his evolving Lair. With Selena by his side, he painted the lands crimson with the blood of Lords, monsters, and gods alike.He didn’t want peace.He didn’t want justice.He only wanted war.“In the night, there is no mercy—only my will.”— Lucas NightveilAs his Night Empire rises, the world learns one eternal command:“Bow to the Vampire Queen. Or be devoured by her King.”

I opened my eyes to find myself in another world. For some odd reason, I ended up as a sword. Before my eyes laid a plain full of magic beasts, and so, I launched my body and flew in search of a partner, a wielder (females only).

“First, a hidden marriage.”“Second, the marriage period is one year.”“Third, you are not allowed to have any feelings for me!”These were his three stipulations to her at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.She readily agreed and adhered to them one by one.But a year later, is the man holding onto her tightly and refusing to let go still the same cold person from a year ago?“Could you let go, please? Our one-year term is up.”“Wife, the contract you signed is indefinite!”

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?