Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon's Reluctant Love - Chapter 290 - 289 Only You Can Hurt Me

This is a 20-year-old fan’s work for love, and the heroine is a very, very typical Gryffindor

I like Fred very much, so he is a unique male protagonist

Each academy has its own characteristics, so it is not deliberately black academy

The daily update has been decided, so everyone can rest assured to collect

The above is the edible guide, the following is the informal copy

Joey in Harry Potter

Jue doesn’t remember any important clues

Joey is in love with Fred

Joey Forgets Fred’s Ending

It doesn’t matter, the whole story is broken anyway, it doesn’t matter if you remember it or not~

Content tags: Anglo-American derivatives, happy friends, childhood sweethearts, cool text

Search keywords: Protagonist: Joey Forrest, Fred Weasley ┃ Supporting role: George Weasley, etc. ┃ Others:

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He holds a god-level sign-in system in his hand, punches the goose factory, and steps on the pig factory. Do you think there is no good game?
First feed you two mouthfuls of tainted milk powder, and then send you the legend of the dragon and the Hearthstone gold cartoon for free.
What? Still not satisfied? League of Kings out-of-print skin, give away!
Satisfied? Tch, this is just the beginning…

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Gripes have their origins and debts have their creditors. We haven’t crossed each other in days past or present, nor formed any grudges. I am but duty-bound to carry this out, so apologies in advance!

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?