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Derek Cross spent five years in a cage like an animal for a crime he never committed — because the woman he loved begged him to take the fall. He believed it was an accident. He believed she was worth it. He was wrong on both counts. The moment he walks free, Vanessa is waiting — not to welcome him home, but to destroy him in front of a stranger's kiss. Nolan Frost, heir to the Iron Talon Gang, wraps his arm around her waist and delivers the final blow: "Baby." He grinned around the word. "So this is the idiot who went to jail for me." Nolan was driving that night. Vanessa set Derek up from the beginning, orchestrating every tear, every promise, every year stolen from him — all to bury him while she climbed toward everything she'd taken. They think they've broken him. They have no idea what actually walked out of that prison. Two old men had quietly watched Derek from the inside — a martial master who rebuilt his body into something lethal, and a gentleman who handed him the one thing no fortune could buy: the chairmanship of Olympus, the empire sitting above every throne in Crown City. Even Darius Carter — the phantom underground emperor the city fears, the man two-thirds of its syndicates kneel to — is nothing more than Derek's errand boy. Derek doesn't want blood. Not yet. He wants Vanessa and Nolan to watch, in real time, as everything they stole is returned tenfold — while they kneel in the wreckage of what they threw away. Beside him stands Monica Hayden, the woman his godfathers chose — cold, brilliant, and the only one who ever saw what Derek Cross truly was. Not a loser. A storm nobody saw coming.

Devansh Magnus is a broke university student, a walking tragedy, and worst of all—the infamous "Leash Lover" of his department. He had spent his days chasing after Aranya Sen, worshiping the ground she walked on, doing anything to get her attention. But in the end, what did he get? She crushed him like an insect. Kicked him aside like a stray dog. And just when he thought life couldn’t get any worse—Ashen Graves nearly sent him to the afterlife. Now, standing in front of a vending machine with an empty stomach and emptier pockets, he dug around, hoping for a chump change. Nothing. Except for one single, 4ucking useless coin. He stared at it, cursing his pathetic existence. Then, out of nowhere—he just started laughing. The kind of laugh that wasn’t funny, that teetered between despair and insanity. "This is it? This is all my life amounts to? Hahaha... Fuck my life." And then—something insane happened. [Ding! Suitable Host Detected...] [Synchronizing Thoughts… The Host’s Personality Meets the Criteria for Fusion…] [Ding! Initiating Fusion…] [Ding! Fusion Complete.] [Counter-Love Wealth System Successfully Activated.] Devansh’s eyes widened as the information flooded his mind. '99 TRILLION' in wealth. More money than he could ever dream of. But there was a catch—he could only spend it on beauties. And if he successfully countered a love attack? He’d get back 10% of what he spent, plus extra rewards. For the first time in his miserable life, Devansh grinned. He had begged. He had suffered. He had been used and discarded. But not anymore. Now, he would bind those untouchable women and turn the game in his favor. He wasn’t chasing anymore. Now, they would come to him.