Rebirth of Spoiled Crown Princess - Chapter 92

There was a special patient in Spruce Hospital. A person in vegetative state and coma that the tree doctor, So Lee-yeon, has been hiding for two years…‘Don’t wake up. Please don’t wake up.’It was her dream to live quietly so she prayed every night. Then one day, by pure miracle or failure, the person in vegetative state woke up!“Did you come to suck this poor bastard’s dick?”In front of the man that lost his memory and common sense, she told a lie that couldn’t be turned as she was afraid of his mu*derous instinct.“I’m your w-wife, Kwon Chae-woo.”To the man who buried someone alive and tried to kill her two years ago!

I was summoned by a Goddess with my classmates to save their Empire?But I have other plans.With my Unique Skill, I will get whatever I want starting by that Goddess!

The number one bachelor of the city, Qin Nanyu, has a mini-me son who's a prodigy. They hate each other.Qin Nanyu's biggest wish is to have an adorable daughter.One day, his wish suddenly became true --“Baba, can I be a model and make money?” The money-obsessed little princess asked.“Of course.”“Baba, can I go on TV shows and make money?”“Of course.”“Baba, can I sell you for money?”Qin Nanyu: “...”Baby, if I gave you all of my money, can you sell your mom to me?One sentence synopsis: Boy-girl twins... one plus one. Read on to see how the alpha billionaire pampers his wife and kids!

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.