I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals - Chapter 254: Striking at the Vital Spot

Hey, my luck is pretty good… I have transmigrated into the body of a rich young master!

What’s this? A brat who told him not to look down on others… WHAT?! Did you say that he’s someone of discipline and determination? Why does that sound so familiar?

What’s that? A cripple who came from a fallen clan whose fiancee just broke off the engagement?! Wait a f*cking minute…

Huh?! I’m responsible for his broken engagement? His supposed fiancee seems to be looking at me with a…

Am I the villain of this story?! No, no, no. This won’t do. I’ll suppress them all before they get the chance to mature. I’m not going to commit the same mistakes as those losers in the novels I read in the past!

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Actress Chu Yaoyao was murdered. But she woke up, 20 years later in her timeline, in the body of a notorious 18th-line female star with the same name as her.

A scumbag wants to ban her? The little assistant wants to step on her and take over her fame? The patriarchal family wants to suck her dry? Netizens organized a group to hack her? The most frightening thing is that her figure is out of shape, beyond recognition!

With the Film Empress holding an interstellar red envelope group, none of these are problems.

The bigwigs in the interstellar entertainment industry give out red envelopes every day. As her fans, they only ask the Film Empress to guide their acting skills.

The first step is to lose weight and become beautiful. The second step is to become popular in acting. The third step is to abuse the scum and slap the face. The fourth step is that it’s not bad to fall in love…

The actor next door, what do you think about falling in love?

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Reborn into her younger years, she's determined to rewrite her fate.This time, she'll earn her own fortune, buy that dream villa, outsmart every scheming character, and never hesitate to protect herself—even if it means hardening her heart.Her (blinking in disbelief):“Wait… does this mean I'm now on the same level as a rich tycoon?”Him (smirking):“Not quite. You're already standing on the tycoon's foot.”

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her.But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target.The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead.But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate.Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse.Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient.And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes.Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen.Will Meredith break free from her fate?Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war?—Excerpt:“You may have claimed me,” Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, “but you will never own me.”Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating.“Own you?” His voice was velvet and steel. “Little wolf, I don’t need to own you.”He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine.“Because whether you like it or not…” His breath ghosted against her skin. “Your body already responds to me.”Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be.“I hate you,” she forced out.“Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.