Serial Player - Chapter 46: Absorb Europe’s Aura (Seeking Recommendation, Collection, and Investment)

Falling for his warm touch despite his usual coldness, she loved him only to be disappointed and betrayed in the end.When love turns to darkness, it festers to be poisonous and consumes the soul.The naïve Arabella evolved.***“Thank you for becoming my wife,” was her cold husband’s last words before he died, coupled with a smile that had never before graced his lips. Not on their wedding day. And not even at the birth of their only child.Emperor Ferdinand, someone Arabella loved so much, killed their son.She became a villainess and vowed revenge for her beloved child.For a decade, she used everything she could to make Ferdinand pay.Until finally… he fell to ruin!With her revenge complete, Arabella's life soon ended with her dead husband in her arms.But fate wasn’t done playing with her.All of a sudden, she was back two decades ago right after their wedding.Was it a curse or a blessing?It didn’t matter. Because there is only one thing she needed to do.“I will ruin you in this lifetime too!”This was her hateful promise to herself upon realizing she was reborn.But in her second life, Arabella was unexpectedly bestowed a gift to uncover the truth.Who was wrong and who was right?Only time will tell.

She faked a name to survive. She never meant to steal three Alphas hearts.Charis Greye was born to be a pawn—engaged to the Alpha King’s son and abused by the very man who called himself her father.But on the night she finally breaks, she vanishes—erasing her past and assuming a new identity as Eamon Riggs, a supposed son of an Alpha accepted into Ravenshore Academy.The catch?Ravenshore doesn’t admit outsiders. And it definitely doesn’t admit girls.Now, trapped in a school built for the deadliest young Alphas in the Kingdom, Charis must keep her identity hidden while navigating a dangerous world of shifting alliances, academy secrets and the brutal revenge of a SCORNED HUMAN, WOMAN!!!As if that wasn’t enough…three Alphas are watching her closely.One is her vengeful ex-mate.One is a ruthless strategist hunting lies.One is a charming playboy who is dying and might need her to survive.But Charis carries a mark that could destroy them all—one that could reshape their world or burn it down.The wrong mateThe wrong name.The wrong Alphas.And if she chooses wrong again… it won’t just be her heart that breaks.

Anne Allistair has long forgotten about romance since her failed marriage to Thomas Brown. Now she wants a simple life, one that doesn’t require her having her heart broken again. However, things take a wild turn when she walks into the office of her boss, Riccardo Antonelli. His charm is inescapable, even for Anne who’s heart sought no romantic affairs. Now caught in his web, Anne must make a choice; risk losing her job for the sake of her fragile heart, or remain the secret woman who shared a bed with her boss.

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.”