The Female Celebrity Transmigrated into the Daughter of Her Arch Nemesis - Chapter 198: They Can’t Live Without Me, really.

The youngest daughter of the famous Sheng Family who has been lost for seventeen years has returned! Since she was brought up by a rural mute granny, many people think her life has been ruined and can’t wait to see how she disgraces the Sheng Family!

Li Baolu was stupid for three years. Once she woke up, her home was gone. Both her grandfather and parents died in a shipwreck. In order to survive, her grandmother gave her as a child bride. She was already mentally prepared to face the loess and turn her back to the sky, but what if she was held in the palm of her hand when she arrived at someone’s house?

The new book “Rich Second Generation Cultivation Daily” has been opened, so stay tuned.

Please rest assured. The completed works include “The Reborn Lady is Farming”, “The Farmer’s Little Landlord”, “Portable Space: A Good Relationship with Jade” and “Finally Returning to the Farm”.

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[Powerfulcouple]The entire Yong City knew that Eldest Miss Su of the Su Family had a malicious nature and a scandalous reputation, acting outlandishly day after day, much to her family's disgust.Worthless dad: “I certainly do not have such a daughter; my only daughter is Xinyan.”Old Madam: “Shameless thing, you've completely thrown the Su Family's face away.”White lotus younger sister: “I'm sorry, Sister, we were never people from the same world.”Scumbags: “Trash that can't show their face in public, lowly people don't deserve to enter our circle.”However...Before Eldest Miss Su had expressed her opinion, various bosses couldn't hold back any longer.A certain Film Emperor: “Picking on my boss—tired of living, are we?”A certain Association: “Mr. President, please instruct, bankruptcy or banishment?”A certain Group: “What's the Su Family? Not even worthy to carry the BOSS's shoes.”Bigwigs from various fields: “Hello, sister-in-law!”Su Ran: “?”While the outside world was marveling at the continuously revealed identities of Eldest Miss Su, the man who was legendary for his mystery and restrained self-discipline swept her into his embrace.“Little ancestor, is there any identity of yours that I don't know about?” the man's voice was seductive, lazy, and casual.Sister Ran curled her red lips slightly, smiling brightly: “Your wife.”

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.