Valkyrie's Shadow - Chapter 10Winter’s Crown: Act 8,

[ WARNING: R18 MATURE CONTENT]He died a foolAlex, a forty-five years old senior accountant gets fired by his greedy boss without any warning. after arriving home early, still reeling from the shock, he finds his wife Emily in bed with his childhood best friend, Zack.Soon he found out the entire truth.The kids were never his from the start. His pretentious wife had been cuckholding him for fifteen long years and had already transferred all of his property and savings into her name. Furious, he tries to fight back, but ends up getting killed.Alex thought that this was the end, but instead he wakes up twenty four years in the past.A translucent screen suddenly appeared before his eyes[system initializing][Welcome Alex, to the heavenly desire system]Now, to grow stronger he must charm, seduce and conquer desire itself. Fine this time he won't be a fool. he'll do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.His ex-boss cold, snobbish daughter... Whose sweetness will be his to taste.Zack's mature lonely mother, with a body made for sin.The cold beauties who once looked down on him...The seductive teachers...The hidden heiresses...And married women with frustrated nights...They will blush, tremble and want him. As for those who betrayed him? Well they'll kneel and beg but he won't forgive them.. . .“Are you really sure this aura of seduction stuff is working?” He said suspiciously.[Of course it's working. It's just that you can't see it yet]'Well then, is there a way I can see it?'[Uhmm... Yes...]Don't forget to Add to Library and follow the story — daily updates and lots of temptation ahead.[STRONG OVERPOWERED MC],[ MILF], [SMUT], [BEAUTY][NTR] Netori but no Netorare, [WEAK TO STRONG], [BETRAYAL], [REVENGE][SLICE OF LIFE]

Seven years ago, at a charity gala, she unintentionally became his cure and ended up pregnant with fraternal twins.

The female lead tormented scum without rest, and the male lead showered her with endless affection.Returning to the turning point of fate, she was determined to strike the supreme with her fists and kick the trash underfoot.Those who had once wronged her, deceived her, and taken advantage of her, brace yourselves for trembling!Watch him and her: not wasting their prime years, hand in hand, they compose a grand wedding!

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.