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Ash was sent to a world that used to be made of hundreds of kingdoms, however, ten families conspired to make up a story about a bad demon king to scare everyone into joining forces. The coalition defeated the innocent demon king but instead of going their separate ways, they stuck together under a supreme leader, now, the world is all carved up into ten empires run by the ten families. The daughter of the deceased demon king vows revenge, to conquer the Holy Union ruled by the supreme leader. Her partner in the world domination plan is a helper she summoned from another world, Ash the Crimson Witch.

Married for two years, Willow was treated like dirt by Benjamin, who cherished his mistress like treasure. He was cruel and uncaring toward her; their marriage was only a prison. Willow put up with everything because she loved him deeply. Until that rainy night, when she lost her baby and crawled out in agony, calling for an ambulance, he left her pregnant to travel abroad with his mistress. She finally understood: she would never win his love. She penned a divorce agreement and left quietly. Two years later, Willow returned, surrounded by a sea of admirers. Her ex-husband cornered her, insisting, “My dear wife, I haven’t signed the divorce decree yet! You can’t escape from me!” She smiled coldly, “Sir, we are done.” His voice trembled as he recited their wedding vows. “Didn’t you promise to love me in good times and bad, in sickness and health? Don’t you remember?” Meeting his desperate gaze, she replied, “I no longer care. My life is for me to live, not yours to ruin.” He laughed darkly, stepping closer. “You changed your name and dyed your hair pink, fooling everyone but me.” Pulling her into a suffocating embrace, he hissed, “You either come back to me or I reveal to the world who you are: a divorced widow with a dead child.” Willow had built her career in France and gained stardom in the United States, but now the devil from her past threatened to destroy everything. She pushed him away, her heart racing. “The Nebula fashion contest. I compete with you. If I win, you leave me alone. If you win, I return to you.” A sinister smile spread across his lips, “It’s a deal.”