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The Overlord Of Blood And Iron

OMNIVERSAL OVERLORD

Despite how young Kawaragi Ryusaki was, he became the Commander of Japanese Division WDC— World Dimensional Council, an international organisation that fights and prevents the invasion of other races from different dimension. Since the ancient times, Dansaks, monstrous races from a different dimension, were continually trying to invade human dimension. Though each time they were prevented by the members of WDC. Most of the members hold the ‘Race Value' of Houtens, commonly known as Heavenly Angels. Top of that every single one of them either belong to a noble lineage or part of those families. Ryusaki, however, is a simple human being. Though he has what it takes to be an exponential fighting maniac. While maintaining his private life, Ryusaki fights those Monsters along with his teammates who are connected to the noble lineages. Common people don’t have the slightest idea how they put their lives at risks to ensure other's wellbeing as their identity remains in the dark. **************************************** [In this novel there're multiple beings with different ‘Race Value’ engaging in multi-dimensional conflicts and wars. Whether it's Dansak or Humans, Houtens, Nakadons or Marmedons, or many more races from different dimension, each one has their own parts to play in this novel. Besides this, There are more complex mechanism and events that are detailed in the novel. Do read if you felt like reading a super action fighting novel with little bit complexity of emotions and unexpected occurrences. ]
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Blood Ties And Betrayal

--- Isabella never chose this. Forced into a marriage with the most feared man in the criminal world, Matteo Antonio, her life is now bound by a contract she didn’t sign willingly. Matteo is a man with a reputation for cruelty, a man who doesn't believe in love or loyalty—only power, control, and the cold, unrelenting pursuit of his own desires. Yet, despite everything she knows about him, despite how much she wishes to escape, there’s something in Isabella that wonders: *What if?* What if there's more to him than the cold exterior he shows the world? Now trapped in a life she didn’t choose, Isabella faces a question that haunts her every day: Will Matteo ever feel for her? Will he ever truly *see* her, not as a prize or a pawn, but as a person? Or will she, slowly but surely, fall for the man who holds her captive—body and heart? It’s a game. One that neither of them can afford to lose. ___________________ "Don't act like this is some big mystery. We both know why I'm here. We both know why I said yes. And we both know you loved my siste" His eyes darkened, his smirk vanishing. He stepped forward, and I stepped back. One step. Two. My back hit the wall. He leaned in close, his breath warm on my cheek. "Who told you," he said slowly, voice as sharp as a blade, "that Matteo *Antonio* has ever had feelings?". I froze. His eyes were like ice, cold and clear, but so much more dangerous. The kind of cold that burned. And suddenly, I felt so stupid. So stupid. All this time, I'd assumed—*no, Gianna told me.* She told me Matteo had feelings for her. She told me he loved her, that she had him wrapped around her little finger. She told me he would have chosen her if she'd stayed. But she was wrong. Because I could see it now, written in his face, in his eyes, in the way he looked at me like I was just another piece on the board. Matteo Antonio didn't *love*. He didn't feel anything at all. "You thought I loved her, didn't you?" His voice was soft, deadly quiet. "Is that why you've been walking around here with your head held so high?" His eyes flicked to my lips, my throat, before landing back on my eyes. "Let me make this clear, *cara mia*." He leaned in so close I could feel his lips brush against the shell of my ear. "I don't love. Not her. Not you. *No one.*" I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest rising and falling so fast it felt like I might choke on it. He pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes, his face unreadable. "Go to bed," he said, turning away from me. His voice had gone cold again, as if the storm had passed. "Tomorrow, you'll learn what it means to be my wife." I stayed there, pressed against the wall, too stunned to move. And as he walked away, I felt it settle into my bones. I wasn't his wife. I was his *prisoner.*
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