My Substitute CEO Bride

Harrison and Lauren had resolved to face their demise with bravery. They had supported each other through so many years and shared a deep understanding that needed no words.

They were glad Clint had come to rescue their daughter. Despite knowing they could no longer protect themselves, they had no regrets. The flower they nurtured with their lives would surely bloom with extraordinary brilliance.

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Inside the operating room, the situation was not improving. Ronan discovered with astonishment that there was a rainbow-colored energy within Hera's body. Remarkably, this energy seemed to originate from the fetus. Despite years of medical practice and being a certified obstetrician from Gorgeous Country, Ronan had never encountered a fetus like this.

The situation was puzzling, and Hera's condition was equally unusual. She was in severe pain, with energy continuously radiating from her body. Ronan was at a loss. There was still some time before the delivery.

Hera's condition was unstable, and in her distress, she kept calling out Nash's name.

On the battlefield in the Northern Territory, Nash seemed to have sensed something despite being unconscious.

Rather than continue his pursuit after Arlo, Nash flew directly toward the Lewis family's estate.

When Arlo saw this, he took a deep breath. He was relieved to be momentarily free from the relentless

pursuit but felt a lingering fear from the encounter. At that moment, Malvol arrived.

He looked calmly at Nash, who was flying toward the Lewis family's estate and then at the disheveled Arlo, unable to hold back a laugh. Arlo grabbed his collar. "Are you laughing at me?!"

"Of course not," Malvol replied decisively, shaking off Arlo's hand. He then said mysteriously, "We're the pioneers of the new world, as per the cult leader's orders."

"What about it?" Arlo asked warily.

Malvol continued, "Although the old world has become the past, much like our former selves, it'll always accompany us and remain in our hearts."

"What's your point? The old world isn't worth remembering," Arlo replied curtly. He had always found Malvol to be the least willing to let go of the past among the elders While the other elders had fully embraced their roles in the church, Malvol still clung to his mortal

identity and name.

"No, you don't understand, Arlo. People like you have long forgotten what it's like to be tormented by what we call 'heart disease.""

Ignoring Malvol's cryptic words, Arlo flew toward Nash's direction, eager to find out why Nash seemed so frantic.

Malvol followed closely behind Arlo.

Arlo did not stop him. As far as he was concerned, it mattered not as long as the cult leader's plans were carried out. Arlo knew that he would be aware if his giant tree was under attack, so he allowed Malvotto proceed.

As they flew through the cloudless sky, Arlo remained unmoved while gazing down at the hellish landscape below. If this was truly the so-called hell, then what he had endured as a human must have been the deepest torment of all.

...

Arlo and the rest lost their names the moment they pledged their allegiance to Zirconia. After a hundred years of their names being unspoken, they had forgotten those names.

He only remembered the dim sky and the sounds of beatings and insults, which haunted his dreams. He was not from Drakonia, but perhaps due to the passage of time, he had forgotten the name of the nation he came from. He only knew that he had been alone in a dark prison cell from the day he was born. It seemed like he had already died once then.

In his final moments, he touched the hand of a goddess and miraculously survived. He did not know why or how he was able to live without food or water. Perhaps it was a curse from heaven as he had heard people calling him the child of the devil even before he was born.