Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby! - Chapter 12 - I Want Her to Serve Me 12

In a hall that was supported by golden craving runes pillars, the surroundings were silent except for the heavy breathing of an injured white robe teen with green hair and blue eyes while holding a sword in his hand was kneeling on the floor. The blood covered his whole white robe in red.Many bodies lie on the floor around the green-haired teen, indicating how intense the battle was.Standing in front of the injured green-haired teen was a teen named Kaal with long jet-black hair and deep black eyes, with a handsome face with a dominating aura.By piercing the sword in the chest of the green-haired teen, Kaal said with a smirk on his face, “Finally, the dog died...”.Taking out the cursed soul orb, Kaal read the memory of the green-haired Raven.“HAHAHA HAHAHA, so that was his secret. a soul from another blue planet called Earth possessed the body of Raven...” Kaal said while laughing.Like a story of a novel on his planet. Raven must be the MC who might be destined to ascend to the height of the world, and I might be an arrogant young master-type Villain, whose role is to make the MC shine.

Ariadna Lereg Ilestri Pre Agrigent. And so my life begins with this ridiculously long name, born to royalty and the center of attention — all because of one dangerous man; the veritably insane tyrant king, ruthless conqueror of ten empires, nightmare of all continents… and my father?! Will I be able to survive this maniac?

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.