MTL - Rebirth of an Abandoned Woman - Chapter 333 ending

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.

[ABO/ Omegaverse - Mature Content]Once a single nation, now the Kingdoms of the Zui wolves and Xin foxes have been enemies for ages, with the humans from Su just trying to survive the fallout.Chu Yun is a pampered nine-tailed fox who lives a life of leisure and contentment, until one day his uncle, the king of Xin, calls him over to announce that a marriage agreement has been signed between Zui and Xin.Xiao Zai might be a prince, but despite his noble birth his position is anything but stable. He and his omega father have struggled to survive the royal harem's cruel games and the king's displeasure.One day, the king informs him that he'll be marrying Chu Yun as part of the treaty between Zui and Xin.It would have been an ideal situation, if it weren't for the fact that both Chu Yun and Xiao Zai were alphas.---Chu Yun: we're in this mess now, let's try to make the best of itXiao Zai: ok, how?Chu Yun: ....Xiao Zai: if you come any closer I'll rip your throat outChu Yun: okay, let's see who has the bigger....teeth.---Spoiled, cunning proud alpha fox MC x smart, determined, belligerent alpha wolf ML

In the book, the supporting male lead is the older brother of the female lead. The supporting lead has a cold and desolate personality and is despised by the female lead due to his terminal illness. However, when the female lead acted viciously and was abandoned by everyone, he still protected her, sacrificing everything for her and even dying for her.Su Ci has transmigrated into the book, becoming a little rabbit raised by the supporting male lead, and she has discovered that her life is tied together with this terminally ill supporting male lead.After becoming a little rabbit, Su Ci can only sleep on the supporting male lead’s dusty bed every day, eat withered carrots, and guard against the female lead, who occasionally tries to pluck her rabbit fur. To turn back into a human, she needs to find ways to get close to him every day.The supporting male lead noticed that lately, his pet rabbit always wanted to kiss him. Until one night, he leaned down and kissed this soft little creature, and it unexpectedly transformed into a beautiful little fairy!…The female lead encountered trouble, so she went to look for the supporting male lead, whom she always looked down upon. Unexpectedly, the young man, who was previously poor, down on his luck, and nearing death, had become a scion of a wealthy family in a blink of an eye, and by his side was a girl as beautiful as a fairy.But what made her jealous was that the always-cold and aloof supporting male lead actually kissed that girl gently in front of everyone!

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.”