The Strongest Gene - Chapter 867 - How Powerful Is This Random Swordplay?

#MATURECONTENT #SMUT #REDFLAGHer Ex says “You're something that can't be shown in public Penny. You're fat, fat repels people and worse you're ugly.”Her sister says, “Take a good look at yourself, Penny. I'm better looking than you, why wouldn't Chris choose me?”Her mother says, “You're an embarrassment. I wish you were dead.”Her stepfather says, “You're useless and will never amount to anything.”Their servants say, “She's a product of rape. The child that had ruined her mother's life.”But he says, “You're my life. My wife. My everything. Anyone who dares bully you will have me to contend with.”After being betrayed by her ex and sister, Penelope is deceived into marriage with a mad Billionaire.But what she thought to be a curse, turned out to be the sweetest thing in the world. It was surprising how much the madman dotted on her and was ready to kill anyone who touched his wife.Excerpts,“I... I'm fat, nobody wants to be with fat a girl.” She blurted out, hoping he would stop trying to rip off the sheets from her body if he was aware of it.It's a norm for men to hate fat women. They get easily turned off when they see the larger boobs, flat wide ass, and pot belly. But the man before her didn't seem like he cared.“I have eyes, woman,” he said flatly. This man must truly be crazy. His hand slid higher, the sheet slipping between his fingers and she panicked even more.“I'm uneducated. Unemployed and eat a drum of food every day.” Penny continued. She would do anything, anything to make him see her as unattractive.“I drive a Tata Nano car. The cheapest car in the world. I'm useless, a product of rape, and a shapeless cow. How can you still want me after all these?” Penny cried out.“Then why are you here?” His voice turned cold, anger burning in his eyes. He had no idea why such a beautiful woman would look down on herself like this.“B... Because I... I was forced to marry you.” She said hoping he would let her go, but it seemed her words only fueled him more.“Is that so?” His breath warmed her skin as he leaned in, his lips a hairsbreadth from her ear. A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he watched her tremble.“Then you're mine now. My wife. Mine alone.” He growled.

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.

[Please transform.] [The penalty for disobedience is death.] I am saying this because I have been wronged. Help me!