Rebirth: Pampered by My Children and Husband - Chapter 49 - : Deeply Afflicted

In this world, mastering runes is the key to becoming a cultivator. The ability to control these runes depends on the development of one’s Brain Domain. The more advanced the Brain Domain, the quicker and more precise the rune control, determining one’s potential as a cultivator.He was a boy from the slums with slim chances of rising above his station. Despite knowing his limitations, he worked tirelessly, driven by his dream and gratitude towards a childhood friend who helped him secure a spot in a prestigious high school. However, with a less developed Brain Domain, his prospects for further education and becoming a cultivator were bleak. His hard work seemed in vain when, six months before the crucial entrance exam, the girl he cherished rejected him, claiming their worlds were too different for their paths to cross again.But then, everything changed when he found himself engulfed in a mysterious ocean of golden runes!

Look, I’m Riven Kael.Twenty-eight, data analyst, zero ambition beyond paying rent and avoiding small talk. My life was spreadsheets, instant ramen, and the occasional ghost I pretended not to see.Then one mandatory company gala, because of course it was mandatory, turned into the universe’s worst prank.I touched a cursed amulet.I just touched it.Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a penthouse that costs more than my entire bloodline, sporting a glowing marriage sigil on my wrist, legally and magically hitched to Azryth Valek.Yes, that Azryth Valek.The CEO of half the planet, a walking sin in a three-piece suit, an ancient demon lord who was literally sealed inside said amulet until I accidentally set him free.He says we’re bound. Separation means both of us die slowly and painfully.Soul-consumption optional but very much on the table if I’m stupid enough to fall for him. Which, newsflash, I am not. I’m not.Shut up.So now I’m living with an unfortunately hot CEO from hell, dodging assassination attempts disguised as corporate mergers, banishing spirits that show up at my desk like unpaid interns, and pretending we’re a power couple for the cameras while he smirks like he knows exactly how much I want to strangle him. Or kiss him. Or both.Brain, we are not doing this.I didn’t sign up for boardroom battles, multiversal rifts, or the terrifying realization that the arrogant demon who ruined my life might be the only one who truly sees me.But here I am. Still complaining, still fighting, still falling, against every shred of common sense, hopelessly, stupidly, irrevocably in love.Because when the universe marries you to the devil, it doesn’t ask for consent.It just hands you the ring.And damn it, I’m keeping it.

Behind the calm smile lies a heart riddled with scars.Beneath the weight of fate burns an unyielding gaze.A body trapped in the abyss of despair—if it reaches out, can it grasp the light called hope?A soul locked upon the rack of destiny—if it prays sincerely, can it embrace the future called redemption?

At her mother's funeral, Ivy Summers sees it all clearly as her husband celebrates his first love's birthday with great fanfare. Since he doesn't love her, she won't have him either.She leaves behind a divorce agreement, aborts the child, and leaves alone.Five years later, at an auction, the chief auctioneer in a cheongsam with a white veil covering her face amazes the crowd.Damien Lancaster squints his eyes, “Is she called Zinnia?”Assistant, “Yes, it's said that someone once offered tens of millions to see her true face, but was refused.”Damien finally finds the woman he has been searching for, for five years.At night, he blocks her at a crossroads, “The Great Auctioneer Summers, still running?”“President Lancaster, we are divorced.”“I didn't agree to it. Where is my child?”“President Lancaster, it seems you forgot, the child was aborted five years ago.”“Then tell me, what is this?”In front, three five-year-old kids stand in a row.