[Mind-storage zone]

[The female lead is upbeat and chaotic; the plot exists purely for feel-good sweetness and indulgence]

[Book title: After Becoming the Villainous Female, Her Beast Husbands Begged Her Not to Divorce Them.]

A bedroom washed in ambiguous, intimate light.

"Get off."

That low, icy voice jolted Rosalind Everhart awake.

She opened her eyes in a daze, only to realize she was sprawled on top of a man.

The man was naked. His muscles were sharply defined, his waist lean and tight, and his face—cold, striking, absurdly handsome.

For a second, she just froze, staring.

But then she noticed his wrists and ankles were locked in iron chains. Across his honey-colored skin ran a mess of overlapping whip marks, some still split open and bleeding.

And in her own hand, she was holding a bloodstained whip.

"Get the hell off me!"

The disgust and hatred in the man's eyes were impossible to miss. "Rosalind Everhart, you make me sick."

Rosalind tossed the whip away and pressed both hands to her forehead. "Wait, no, this has to be some kind of misunderstanding. Seriously, a huge one."

What the heck was going on?!

Why was she sitting on top of a ridiculously gorgeous man and whipping him like some psycho?!

The loathing in his eyes only deepened. The muscles in his arms tightened hard, almost savage-looking, and the chains on his wrists rattled with a harsh clatter.

"Even if you torture me with this kind of crap, I still won't let you get what you want."

Rosalind gave two dry coughs. "Calm down, okay? Just calm down. Let me figure out what's happening first. You seem to be... right now..."

The man glared at her like fire could burst straight out of his eyes. His expression looked like he wanted to kill her on the spot. But his body was reacting in a completely different way.

"Get out!!"

"How dare you—how dare you humiliate me like this! In two more months, even if it kills me, I’m breaking this engagement with you!!"

That low, hoarse roar, heavy with rage, startled Rosalind Everhart so hard her heart skipped.

"Okay. Fine. I’m leaving right now."

She didn’t even have time to sort out what the hell was going on. She hopped off the bed and headed straight for the door.

But just as she reached it, she caught the look in the man’s eyes—and the fury and hatred there had only gotten worse.

This vicious female had actually used drugs to force him into heat, then pressured him into mating with her like this.

And on top of that, she had planned to keep him chained here and make him suffer through the torment of heat all alone.

"Ahem... okay... I’ll unlock you."

Rosalind found a key on the cabinet beside the bed and fumbled with it, finally opening the cuffs on the man’s wrists and ankles.

Only then did she really see him clearly.

His arms were powerfully built, muscles tight and hard, every line packed with raw, dangerous strength. His legs were long and solid too, the kind that looked explosive even at rest.

That body was easily on par with any international male model. And those scars across his skin didn’t ruin the view at all—if anything, they gave him a wild, untamed kind of beauty, stubborn and fierce.

But the second he was free, the man sprang off the bed at once. His tall frame loomed over Rosalind, dropping her into his shadow in an instant.

That was when she fully realized the gap in strength between them. Her hands moved instinctively toward her waist.

Nothing.

No weapon.

Her pupils shrank.

Where was her weapon?

Just as Rosalind was bracing herself to defend with her bare hands, the man shot her a dark, icy glare. Then he turned and bolted out of the bedroom like he was escaping something filthy, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang.

Rosalind: "..."

The room fell silent.

Rosalind Everhart slowly loosened her clenched fist and looked around, confused.

The room was neat and cozy, almost homey. Outside the window was probably the yard of this house. No green plants, sure, but it was open and spacious—nothing like the underground bunker she used to call home.

Where the hell was this?

At the same time—

A voice suddenly rang out inside Rosalind’s head.

"Welcome to the Interstellar World of Magical Beasts. Customer service unit Little Seven is at your service."

"Your current female ability rank is Level Three. You have six matched beast mates. Wishing you a happy and harmonious life with your husbands in this world."

Rosalind: "???"

Interstellar World of Magical Beasts?