Matched To Nine Arrogant Billionaire Mates

As a lowly refugee in the Imperium, I was once forcibly matched with three worthless males who imprisoned and mentally abused me for two years. But I secretly recorded every crime, took them to court, had them sentenced to hard labor, and seized all their assets. To truly take control of my destiny, I risked my life to hunt a Level 4 beast and finally qualified for the advanced elite matching. The system unexpectedly assigned me nine elite partners-I thought it was my turning point, but instead I faced even greater contempt.

The city's wealthiest billionaire called me from a fake account, pretending to be a starving, debt-ridden gambler just to scare me into canceling the match.

An ancient aristocrat planned to lock me in his remote outer bailey, intending to use me as a disposable medical tool.

And the military commander, Jaxon Stryker-the very man whose life I had just saved in the deadly Umbral Forest-sent his assistant to my cramped apartment.

"Commander Stryker is prepared to offer you a substantial sum to terminate the contract."

I looked at the astronomical number glowing on the credit chip.

In their eyes, I was just a cheap burden, a gold-digging parasite that could be paid to go away.

They had no idea that I had single-handedly slaughtered a giant pythonoid, nor did they know I was the fierce savior Jaxon was currently tearing the city apart to find.

A cold smile spread across my face.

"Tell your Commander that if he wants to terminate the contract, this is far from enough."

Since they wanted to play games, I would show these arrogant elites exactly what this Terran refugee was made of.