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Desperate for an Heir? I Won with the Birth System
The Sandlers have had single heirs in all nine generations of their family. Unfortunately for them, the latest heir, Maverick Sandler, is an extremely religious man who's not interested in women at all. In order to continue their bloodline, Alec Sandler, the patriarch of the family, announces a reward worth hundreds of billions of dollars. Whoever manages to get pregnant with the next Sandler heir will be given the Sandlers' entire business empire. Countless socialites flock to Maverick instantly, only for the cold-faced heir to throw them out of his meditation room with just an order. Meanwhile, I'm a patient who's been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Somehow, I manage to get bound to the Conception System. System: "Maya Jemison, you must win over Maverick Sandler's heart! If you can give birth to one heir, your lifespan will be extended by ten years! If you give birth to two children, you'll have eternal life! If you ever give birth to three children, you'll ascend right away!" As I gaze at Maverick, whose resolve to stay devoted to his religion knows no bounds, I can only grit my teeth in determination. After that, I use the remainder of my lifespan to trade for Velvet Allure, a Succubus Charm, as well as a Perfect Strike Card. Even though I'm still an inexperienced virgin, I can only force myself on Maverick in order to survive. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Sandler. It's said that saving a life is a virtue. Saints are supposed to save the masses. I'm part of the masses, you see, so please save my life!" That night, chaos breaks out in the chapel.
Billionaire's Regret, Too Late!
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage.We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment.For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage.Today, I finally received his message:"I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport."When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend.In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air.Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken—to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again.He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be."Aurora, come back. I regret everything!"Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
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