My Artist Is Reborn - Chapter 16 – I Was Born to Be Your Man And in Death Your Ghost!

She killed his wife, destroyed his reputation, and ran off with his son. 8 years later, she returned home with her genius son, who already had a fiancée. “Give me the child, or you can’t afford the price.”“A girl who eats meat and vegetables doesn’t suffer, if you want a child, find yourself a woman to give you one.”

The cousin that Jing Huan has been closest to since he was a child was labelled as “the other woman” in a certain popular online game: only after devoting herself did she know that the other party was a jerk with a girlfriend.

A catastrophic rift has torn the world apart, tearing open the fabric of reality and unleashing hordes of demons upon humanity. As the world is thrown into disarray, cities fall, governments crumble, and the once-thriving human race finds itself on the brink of extinction. What was once known as civilization is now a nightmare of chaos, destruction, and monsters. Amidst this apocalyptic nightmare, Selene, an ordinary woman, finds herself thrust into a brutal new reality.After a near-death encounter with a demon, she awakens a mysterious lust system within her—one that demands intimacy to grow stronger. This power grants her extraordinary abilities but comes with a dangerous cost: to survive and protect those she loves, Selene must navigate a world where every bond she forms feeds the system’s insatiable hunger.In a world ravaged by demons and destruction, Selene must learn to wield this power before it consumes her completely.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”