Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Love at the Wrong Table

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Yorick had reached his limit–there was nothing else he could do. Left with no alternative, he channeled every ounce of his internal strength, his fists crashing forward like twin meteors toward the two black dragons. A thunderous explosion erupted—the devastating Tiger Wrath Fist! Meanwhile, Simba charged at the other black dragon with a reckless resolve, fully prepared to lay down its life in battle.

In the blink of an eye, the bamboo forest became a battlefield of chaos, filled with the earth–shaking cries of dragons and tigers. The entire landscape trembled as if caught in the fury of an impending apocalypse. Isabella’s fingers froze mid–note, her music cut off as she was forced to summon every bit of her strength to defend herself. Even so, the overwhelming force threatened to crush her, making resistance nearly impossible.

Lady Rosa, however, stood no chance. Lacking the strength to resist, she was flung into the air like a discarded red plastic bag, swept away without a trace! “Agh-”

She had no idea how far she had been flung before she finally tumbled to a stop, battered and disheveled. Her once–flawless, bronze–toned legs were now marred with streaks of blood. By some twisted stroke of luck, though the wounds were severe, she had at least avoided a fatal blow.

“D*mn it! So, when the saints battle, mere mortals aren’t even allowed to spectate?” Seething with frustration, she slammed her tiny fists against the soft earth of the bamboo grove, her long legs kicking in protest, throwing a fit like an exasperated child. Then, a thunderous roar erupted from the heart of the ruined forest, raw and filled with anguish. It wasn’t just a sound of fury–it was a wail of defiance, a howl of sheer resentment against the world’s cruel injustices!

“I didn’t kill Jane! Her death wasn’t my doing! And I had nothing to do with your daughter!!” Yorick, drenched in blood, stood his ground despite one arm hanging limp, mangled beyond recognition. Yet, even in his battered state, his voice thundered through the battlefield, each desperate shout carrying an earth- shaking force. With a surge of raw power, he and Simba charged forward, launching a ferocious counteroffensive against Santiago.

Santiago, whose eyes had darkened with fury, suddenly faltered. Seeing Yorick like this sent an unsettling ripple through him, and in that instant, his dominance cracked–the overwhelming pressure he exuded just moments

ago was suddenly reversed, his control slipping through his fingers. Tiger Overlord Fist! Yorick unleashed his ultimate technique, striking in perfect tandem with Simba, hammering Santiago from both flanks in a relentless assault. Even with the Silver Dragon Spear in hand, Santiago was forced onto the defensive, his form breaking under the sheer intensity of their onslaught. Wounds piled upon wounds as he staggered back!

“If you weren’t the one who took her life, then tell me–why is Jane dead?!” The instant Yorick’s strength showed the slightest sign of faltering, the Silver Dragon Spear flared with an icy glow, its brilliance twisting into the form of a dragon. In a heartbeat, it lunged forward, its onslaught cascading like a relentless storm, engulfing everything in its path!

battle seemingly destined to end only in death. But just as their blows threatened to

Ding–dong–dong–dong…

bringing an unnatural stillness. It wasn’t that the musician possessed greater strength than them–no, the melody itself had stirred something deep

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world around them shifted–Jane’s perspective swallowed them whole. “With careful strokes, she shapes her delicate brows. A crimson mark of a cinnabar graces her forehead…” There she was–lonely, ethereal, an image of sorrow frozen in

In the vivid theater of their minds, that night had been her pinnacle, the moment she was most radiant, most alive, basking in the brilliance of her own perfection. But their fantasy was only half- right. Yes, she had graced the stage with elegance, her every step poetry in motion. Her makeup was immaculate, her smile bewitching. Yet hidden in the depths of her

was a living illusion, a masterpiece with no soul behind the brushstrokes. A marionette, bound by invisible

Santiago and Yorick bellowed, their voices raw, desperate to reach her. But it was futile. The world she existed in stood just beyond their grasp, a universe apart. No matter how fiercely they shouted, no matter how much their hearts ached to tear down the

joy and sorrow into song. Drifting like clouds, adorned in silk and illusion. And

world. Here, nothing changed. They were

young fighters in today’s final match aren’t just skilled–they’re once–in–a–lifetime martial prodigies. If you marry one of them and send him to the battlefield, he’ll make a name

holds sway over the war realm–its alliances, its reputation, its influence–I’ll use that power to discreetly traffic arms, amass a private arsenal, and build an unstoppable force, all under your

was barely twenty when her father, Shailash Tanner, summoned her into his study without warning. The moment he spoke, his voice thick with ambition, his eyes glinting with unchecked greed, a chill ran down her

and unwavering. “Because in a world ruled by power, the weak are nothing more than prey. If we don’t rise, we will be crushed. Do you

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