Veridian: a paradise sculpted from lies, a gilded cage where flawless illusion conceals a rot that seeps into the very air. Elara Vance feels the tremors, the subtle fractures that threaten to shatter their meticulously crafted reality. An anomaly, a stain on their perfect existence, she finds herself ensnared in a dangerous, intoxicating dance with Nyxian, a being of terrifying power, who seems to command the very essence of their world.
His touch is a jolt, a raw current that ignites a forbidden inferno within her. His gaze, a burning brand, sears into her soul, awakening a slow, creeping awareness that claws at her sanity. Their connection is a volatile storm, a tempest of desire and repulsion that threatens to obliterate everything in its path. Each encounter is a razor's edge, a spark that could ignite into a conflagration that consumes them both.
He is the linchpin of Veridian's fragile existence, yet Elara is more than just a glitch in the system. She is a dark enigma, a force that could either shatter the illusion and unleash a terrifying truth, or become the very catalyst for its catastrophic collapse. The gilded cage is cracking, and the secrets within are hungry to be unleashed.
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×Mature×
> She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride.
Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there.
But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans.
Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story.
Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty?
Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.