Return of Black Lotus system:Taming Cheating Male Leads
WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOK
Heena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean.
“HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!”
Her eye twitched. Not now.
Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings.
“System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.”
“But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!”
“Not my problem.”
“You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!”
“Exactly why I deserve a vacation.”
“No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!”
Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.”
“Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging.
Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous.
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The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in.
Empress Celeste Ravencourt.
Five husbands.
A dying empire.
“Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.”
A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.”
“Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?”
“Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.”
Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily.
“Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.”
She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place.
At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone.
Wine was poured into her glass.
Poisoned. Obvious.
They watched her closely.
Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly.
“To new beginnings.”
She drank it all.
The silence cracked.
Nothing happened.
Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief.
Heena leaned back, calm and smiling.
“Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”
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