Theatrical Regression Life - Chapter 26

[The charming woman in the world who only wants to make money and start a career VS the super rich boss with a strong desire to control]

[Double birth, sweet pet article]

Lu Hanyao is cool and low-key, the most noble man in the capital.

At the age of 25, he fell in love with a girl who was ascetic as he was.

The girl is young and immature, weak and harmless, a delicate flower that will cry when touched.

He took the girl to his side, guarded him day and night, pampered her meticulously, finally waited for the girl to grow up, and prepared to marry someone into the door. The girl who had always been well-behaved and docile unexpectedly ran away before getting married.

After resurrecting his life, the first thing he did was to make the girl a legitimate Mrs. Lu.

…

In her previous life, Su Zhi was a canary raised by Lu Hanyao.

Lu Hanyao gave her the deepest love, the best life, and the most expensive gems, but he did not give her freedom and status.

Reborn at the age of 16, she decided to draw a line with the dog man.

Su Zhi: “Men will only affect my money and career.”

Lu Hanyao: “My surname is Shimingye, and I am super rich.”

Su Zhi:? ? ?

Lu Hanyao: “Welcome to do it.”

The friend reminded Lu Hanyao overtly and secretly, “Su Zhi’s being with you is just for your money.”

With a cigarette between his fingers, Lu Hanyao smiled triumphantly: “There are so many rich people, but she only covets my money, and it’s not because she likes me.”

- Description from novelbuddy

[WSA 2025] To confront the threat posed by monsters and demons, humanity summons a hero endowed with a mysterious system and an unrivaled capacity for evolution. He becomes the last bastion of hope for mankind. However, one of his mistakes gives rise to a calamity far worse than the Demon King.This calamity is conceived in a dungeon, abandoned as a fetus by its mother, and raised by the Demon King himself. Upon the Demon King's death, all the restraints he had placed upon the creature are shattered. Thus, the hero's nameless son begins to lay waste to everything. The greatest calamity the world has ever known is born.

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her.But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target.The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead.But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate.Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse.Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient.And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes.Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen.Will Meredith break free from her fate?Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war?—Excerpt:“You may have claimed me,” Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, “but you will never own me.”Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating.“Own you?” His voice was velvet and steel. “Little wolf, I don’t need to own you.”He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine.“Because whether you like it or not…” His breath ghosted against her skin. “Your body already responds to me.”Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be.“I hate you,” she forced out.“Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.