Surviving My Deadly Contract Beast Husbands

Chapter 6

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in the living room. She tapped her fingernails against

nutes

ing to the ba

. Behind them walked Buren. He had shifted back into his human form-a towering, broad-shouldered man who looked like he

f the table. They stood there, a u

olent energy from his earlier rampage was

es immediately darted to the handful of nutrient flui

hree empty chairs ne

dy m

, Kenzie? Are the chairs rigged with high-voltage shock

r lips togethe

he table. When she reached thei

n hard. She bounced on the cushion. She stood up, moved

Alfie. "Safe e

d over their faces. The original Kenzie would rather

the table and sat down. She f

at each of them. "I know I've been a monster. I kn

s onto the table. "Unf

ed it open, buttons popping off and hitting

rture. Burn marks. Deep, jag

d, his chest heaving. "Does it cover starving

re at every single scar. Her stomach churned wi

id quietly.

d her to scream, to laugh, or to call the

lographic document projected

voice steady. "And honestly, I don't blame y

rce. In sixty days, when the trial marriage period ends, I will file for

nce fille

says a female cannot unilaterally break a contract without

. It's legally binding on my end. For the next sixty days, I will n

like a child in a classroom. "

the vials down the table toward him. "E

r the vials, stopping Buren fro

emanded. "What

e. I don't want to wake up in two months wit

g her face for the lie. He fo

ct. He didn't sign it. But slowly, delib

silent

. "Good. E

the room, leaving them alone wi

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Surviving My Deadly Contract Beast Husbands

Yuan Xiluo Fantasy

“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.”