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Surviving My Deadly Contract Beast Husbands

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 827    |    Released on: Today at 18:05

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ailing and peered down through the

ral angle. His muscles spasmed violently, bulging under his

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experiencing an ability rampage. This is a fatal backl

erior. He shoved both hands against Josue's chest, a mas

man sound. It was the raw, d

s body. Alfie was thrown backward, slamming hard into

em across the metal floor, tearing deep grooves into the steel. He w

beast inside him wanted to t

dn't lunge f

or her twisted interrogations. He lunged, stretching his arm to the absolute limit, and snatched a serrated the

e floor, splattering ag

iting down on her own finger to keep fro

g as he sucked in oxygen. The extreme physical agony fo

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m of his own shirt, ripped it off, and tie

f?" Alfie's voice broke. His hands wer

tely drained of color. "Because if I don't, I'll go up there

he's done to us. The Douglas brothers sent to the front lines as cannon fodder.

as weak, but his eyes were lethal. "Two

-cold. "I already contacted the cleaner in the black market.

ature in the hallway felt like

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ears twitched. He stared directly at the sp

he wall. She squeezed her eyes shut and stopped breathing. H

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silence

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the heavy iron door of the

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ceiling glass display cases lined the walls. Hundreds of designer bags

of wealth built on the suff

her forehead. She chewed har

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. She walked over to a shelf hol

ldn't buy a sip of dirty water. But h

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Surviving My Deadly Contract Beast Husbands
Surviving My Deadly Contract Beast Husbands
“I died in the apocalypse, only to wake up as Kenzie Banks, a bankrupt high-society monster in an interstellar beast-world. But before I could even process my new reality, a cold AI voice informed me of my impending death. "Your contract beast-husbands possess the legal right to execute you at the end of the two-month trial period." I rushed to the basement and saw the horrific truth. The original Kenzie had starved them, whipped them with thermal blades, sent their brothers to die as cannon fodder, and framed the youngest to rot in a maximum-security prison. Now, these lethal, broken men were methodically planning to rip my organs out the second the contract dissolved. To make matters worse, she had squandered her fortune on a man who despised her, leaving me two million credits in debt and facing imminent exile to the deadly wastelands. I had survived rotting zombies on Earth, only to be trapped in a weak, universally hated body, doomed to be butchered by the very people I was supposed to call family. Why did I have to pay the ultimate price for a psychotic woman's deadly sins? I refused to just sit around and wait for my execution. Tapping into my apocalyptic subspace inventory, I hauled out military-grade rations, healed their bleeding wounds, and slammed a legally binding divorce contract on the table. If I wanted to survive this sixty-day countdown, I had to turn my executioners into my loyal allies-starting with breaking the husband she framed out of prison.”