Rejected No More: The Exiled Princess Returns

Chapter 7

Word Count: 670 | Released on: 12/05/2026

dark tunnel and into the blinding

d in the air, selling luxury goods to those who could actually afford them. The air her

low-pulled hood made her stick out like a sore

masses of the corridor-

sh, undisguised laugh echoed off the metal walls. They recognized t

down. She locked her spine straight, kept her eyes fixed

y lit comprehensive supply station. The autom

or the basic kitchenware. She carefully inspected a durable allo

, comparing the prices, when the sharp, rhythmic c

ly-sweet, venomous voice chimed. "Have you really fallen

chultz, the daughter of a powerful rival matriar

ooking employee of the supply station, who w

ry shopper in the vicinity turned to watch the sp

k expression. She didn't scream. She didn't t

aid flatly, her voice

s like a slap to the face. Alys's fake smile sha

sharp look at Walter. Wal

g pan and spices, and walked toward the checkout c

ng high-grade energy cores, Walter suddenly sped up

avy body swaying, nearly

anic. As he reached out as if to steady her, his hand darted out

iercing glare, completely unaware of the heavy object n

ounter and handed over her ne

atant disgust, swiped the ca

stic handles and walked

line, a deafening, piercing red alarm b

ed down from the ceiling, sealing t

massive, heavily armed security guards immediately rush

twisting her lips. She pointed a manicured finger a

hostile crowd. Her eyes swept over the guards, then

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Xing Bao Romance

“Charity woke up in a hellish, acid-rain-soaked slum, trapped inside a bloated body covered in festering, toxic sores. She was the exiled Grand Princess of the Empire. But the real nightmare wasn't her ruined body. It was the fact that the original owner had used her royal authority to force genetic marriage contracts onto four top-tier, powerful men. Now, she was bound to them, and they absolutely loathed her. Hjalmar, chained to a bed in her filthy room, smiled like a feral beast and promised to rip her head off the second his chains snapped. Braden, a ruthless military officer, saved her from a mutated rat only to look at her with pure disgust. "If you want to die, go die somewhere else. Don't dirty my patrol sector." Even the locals mocked her fallen status, and a wealthy heiress publicly framed her for stealing a hundred-thousand-coin energy core just to see her rot in a dark cell. She was universally despised, physically repulsive, and a lethal biological toxin gave her exactly 59 days left to live. How was she supposed to survive this absolute hell when her starting affection with her partners was at negative 100? Then, a mechanical voice echoed in her skull, activating a survival system. To purge the poison, she had to harvest emotional energy by making these four men fall for her. Charity accepted the mandate, unlocked a top-tier culinary skill, and grabbed a rusted meat cleaver to start her counterattack.”