Loved By An Older Man - Chapter 1455 - Awakening

【Rebirth + Pseudo Taboo + Age Gap + Chasing Wife Crematorium】After a wild night with her nominal uncle, Gong Chen, Lin Zhiyi endured eight years of torment.When she committed suicide holding her daughter's ashes, Gong Chen was throwing a grand birthday party for his white moonlight's son.Upon opening her eyes again in a new life, she is determined to make Gong Chen pay the price!In the previous life, she solemnly explained, but Gong Chen accused her of drugging him with ulterior motives. In this life, she publicly distances herself from him!In the previous life, her creation was plagiarized by the white moonlight, and Gong Chen said she was consumed with jealousy. In this life, she steps on the white moonlight to stand on the award podium!In the previous life, she was falsely accused of targeting, and Gong Chen shielded the white moonlight. In this life, she fiercely slaps the white moonlight's face!Gong Chen always thought Lin Zhiyi would continue to love him deeply as before.But when Lin Zhiyi left without looking back, he was completely panicked.The high-and-mighty Gong Chen grabbed her with reddened eyes: “Zhiyi, don't abandon me, can you take me with you?”

Finally caught up with the trend of crossing. Wait, everyone else has a golden finger when they cross, how can I become a little beggar after crossing!

Fortunately, the memory is still there, watching how I transformed from a little beggar to a top rich man!

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A Count’s Daughter who lost in the running to become the Second Prince’s fianceé, Camilla. The Prince chose a Baron’s daughter as his fianceé, and the world blessed the two’s love as fated. On the other hand, Camilla who was tailored and elevated as the love’s villain in the end, as punishment she was made to marry a terribly fat and ugly man――called『Toad of the Swamp』from his appearance, a lord of a remote region named Alois.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”