MTL - The Legitimate Daughter Returns: The Real Daughter is Reborn - Chapter 89 Grandfather's illness

Long Chen, a crippled youth who cannot cultivate, is constantly targeted and bullied by his fellow noble heirs. After a particularly vicious beating, he wakes up and realizes a Pill God’s soul has somehow merged with him, giving him some additional memories. Within those memories is the mysterious Nine Star Hegemon Body Art, a cultivation technique that even he can train in, but whose secrets and origin are still a mystery to him. Relying on his improved instincts as he finally begins to cultivate, he realizes a huge conspiracy is underfoot within the Phoenix Cry Empire, one involving his father, members of the imperial family, and even the Emperor himself.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

[Warning: This noval features Mature Content]

She wanted love, but he wanted revenge!

“Okay.., Thanks for saving me..”

(I said, and turned around to leave his room)

Mark: “It's better, If You Remove Your Undergarments”..

(A sudden shrill electrified my body when I heard those words. I turn around to look at him. He is just doing his work on his laptop very casually. I didn't respond and turn to reach the door.)

Mark: “Your wound will heal soon, so...”

Anna: “Okay...”

(What I just say?

Did I actually agree to remove my undergarments?

It's embarrassed me.

I just rush out of his room in a hurry, but when I unintentionally imagine his words, my heart starts racing.)

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Anna is devastated when her best friend Ria dies mysteriously. Whereas Mark, who is Ria's older brother wants to find the culprits, who are responsible for Ria's death....

Both Anna and Mark teams up to find the facts regarding Ria's case but they don't know that they fall in love to eachother...

They feel like they can't live without eachother...

On one fine day, both of them confess their love to eachother and their relationship leads to marriage...

However, there are secrets behind Ria's death that will threaten the fragile romance blossoming between Anna and Mark and it leads Anna to be his slave...

Mark wants to take strong revenge on Anna by entering into Slave aggrement...

But Anna always trusts that love always Wins over revenge, so she always enjoys his sexual intense punishments out of love towards him...

But to his surprise, he starts to find himself falling in love with Anna again.

Revenge Wins?

or

Love Wins..?

No matter how many fights you may get into, if you truly love someone it should never matter in the end...

Love Always Blossom...

Follow the book for further details...

Hope you will enjoy it...

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In the first 100 chapters Mark behaviour is a kind of Pervert and tease Anna in all possible ways...

After 100 chapters, he realised his love towards her and started giving values to her wishes, He replaced Anna's nightmares with dreams,

Anna's worries with happiness, and her fears with love...

(Just bear his pervert behaviour of first 100 chapters and see how he will change step by step towards Anna...)

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Anna's wish:

I wish to wake up everyday to the feel of your breath on my neck...

The warmth of your lips on my skin...

The sound of your heart beating with mine...

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Once, you were my salvation

My light

My peace

Now, you are my prison

My captor

My king

Your once warm eyes,

Are now, cold as ice...

You once took my heart in both hands,

Calling me the finest in all the lands...

But now your stone cold, dagger-like stare,

Makes me want to run away like a startled hare

I’m no pet to be kept,

No exotic beast to be bound...

Even with all this rage against you that I hold,

What am I to do except do as I am told...

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.