MTL - Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother - Chapter 223 birthday preparation

“Why? Just why?”“Why did I became this guy?” That was the first thing I said when I see myself on the mirrors reflection.Lucien Drelmont.A bottom-tier instructor at Noctis Ardentis Academy. A joke of a character. A corrupt, talentless noble despised by both students and faculty.He was one of the early game villain, that was destined to die, a stepping stone for the protagonist, a scapegoat for the Academy, no matter what way the game is played his death was destined.And now I need to survive as him, in this hellish academy._____________________[No Harem][No Romance][No NTR&Yuri]

Witnessing her ex-boyfriend and best friend getting together, Isabella Weaver impulsively decided to have a flash marriage!After the wedding, Isabella led a more thrilling life.The neighbor's dog bit her, and the next day the neighbor disappeared and the dog was missing.Her boss harassed her, and the next day the company was emptied and the boss vanished.The principal wanted to expel her, and the next day the school was closed and the principal disappeared.Her biological father hit her, and the next day the house was gone with her father and stepmother both missing!Isabella was a bit panicked. Just who was this husband she randomly picked up on the street?“Sir, could you please introduce yourself? I can't handle too much shock!”The man calmly replied, “My identity, your husband, the rest, unimportant.”(The most pampering and sweetest on the entire internet! There's none like it! After reading this book, you won't need to eat sweets because—you'll be sweetened to death.)

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.”

The dark BOSS, who had the fortune of becoming Earth’s last living human, brought with him his loyal, second last human to die, little brother to be reborn.