To My Dear Mr. Huo - Chapter 825 - What Can You Do to me?”

“Push her! You can’t let her get back up!”

“That’s right! You have to straighten out that heinous b*tch!”

A goddess of war whose fearsome reputation enveloped East Asia was betrayed and killed. Then, she was reborn as Caroline Lambert, a vulnerable lady with a tarnished reputation in New York City! Despite being the daughter of an important family, her family heavily favored her stepsister, so the bullying and physical abuse were frequent. Her fiancé, who used to woo her fervently, stood before the public with her stepsister in his arms as he declared their engagement annulled, making her a joke amongst the rich and important.

Her stepsister was also cunning enough to steal her position and take away all the affection that should have been hers, and smeared her name to the point that she was condemned by everyone! And yet, when the goddess of war reincarnated as Caroline, everything became different!

Withstanding the malicious slander, she carved out a new, bloody path. Insults from her family? Attempting to steal her late mother’s estate?

Caroline issued papers announcing that they had cut all ties, and that her mother’s estate would be donated to charity! See here, she would rather donate every coin to charity than keep them for you!

They were saying that she was a piece of trash who had nothing going for her? Sorry, but she was a prodigious doctor, a mercenary, a racer, and a top hacker…

Though Caroline wanted revenge for the body’s original owner, she inadvertently picked up a sickly, beautiful man. Seeing that he did not have long to live, Caroline agreed to his proposal… Only to find that like her, he was a man with multiple identities that could leave New York shaking once revealed!

Caroline: Aren’t you supposed to die an early death? Liar!

Edwin: It’s not a lie. My wife clearly pities me!

The ordinary 18-year-old Edo, during a nighttime walk, finds himself in a fantasy world where he gains a mysterious power that could shape his destiny.

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. “Murderer!” the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded.Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone.Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: “Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder.” The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy.The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed.The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty.Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection.‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor.Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face.“I'm sorry, Areum,” he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. “I'm so sorry I was too late.” He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished.Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her…When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death.She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career.In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

Gu Huai'an, a young scion of the No. 01 Courtyard Manor, had become the chief commander at Dragon Aviation Command Center at a very young age.He was known for his cold demeanor and seldom smiled or laughed.Not only did he come from a distinguished family, but he was also the unattainable gem of Beidu No. 01 Courtyard Mansion.Suddenly one day, he heard someone calling him “little brother.”When he followed the voice, a pretty girl with an indifferent face asked, “Excuse me, sir, do I know you?”Yet at the same time:【Wow, little brother is so handsome.】【There are mountains beyond mountains, buildings beyond buildings, but little brother is handsome and gentle.】【Little brother, hug!】Gu Huai'an: ……The little girl's mouth, deceptive as a ghost's.*********Song Yunuan transmigrated into a period novel and became a minor villainess who was soon eliminated – a role too small to be smaller.On her first day in the book, she stood in the Song family courtyard, trying hard to recall why the entire Song family would be wiped out in the story.In the end, she failed to notice the collective petrified expressions of the Song family members.Later…Her father became the richest man, her brother a top lawyer, her younger brother a scientist, her younger aunt a singer, and even her grandmother became a landlady.She herself turned into everyone's beloved darling.Song Yunuan: What happened to the hellish start I was promised?