This Witch Transmigrated into the Romantic Novel's Supporting Role - Chapter 202: Someone is getting married in the village

After being flogged to death for a crime she didn’t commit, Calista received a second chance when a system contracted her. It was simple: complete tasks and she could earn a second chance in life. After completing several of them, the chance to reincarnate in her original world and body was finally granted to her.However, unlike others, she didn’t want revenge against the people who killed her or wanted to unmask what truly transpired back then. All she wanted was to live peacefully and enjoy the bounty benefits which came with the reincarnation.And that was something she found when she met a man she fell in love with in some backward village. Unfortunately, all that was broken when her husband of five years perished at the hands of bandits.Things went downhill when Calista married her second husband, Orson, an amnesiac man whom she scammed into marrying her. But things weren't as simple as they seemed— Orson might be hiding some secrets of his own.Led on a path of revenge that Calista never thought she would be on, she soon realized that Orson might have more to do with her first life and death than he led on. If he knew she was still alive, he might kill her again.That meant that this time, Calista might have to strike first.

She was born into a wealthy family but was abandoned because of her ugly appearance.In the eyes of her family, she was worthless,In the eyes of outsiders, she was just an unloved, uncared-for abandoned girl,No one knew that the legendary healer who could mend bones and revive the dead was her,The queen of the business underworld was her,The famous racing car god in the racing world was also her...He, the heir to the most prominent family in the capital, had wealth, power, and looks.But his true strength was far more astonishing than what the world saw.Yet, he was inexplicably enchanted by her, and his eyes and heart were filled only with her presence.Moment:Qin Yu Shen propped his chin with one hand, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, staring at Song Yan Ning in front of him.“Why do you look unhappy?” Song Yan Ning lifted her lips, reaching out to gently soothe Qin Yu Shen's brows, smoothing the worries between them.Qin Yu Shen took hold of Song Yan Ning's hand, gazing into her deep eyes where a hint of grievance lingered, “Can you return to your original appearance?”Song Yan Ning raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Don't I look good now?”Qin Yu Shen leaned in slightly closer, nuzzling her delicate nose with his well-defined nose, his magnetic voice soft and enchanting, “Beautiful! So beautiful that I want to hide you away...” No matter if she is ugly or beautiful, he wants her all to himself.The male protagonist in this story is extremely devoted to his wife, a double clean double strong theme, dear readers, please add this to your collection!

No one told Xie Qiao that the after effects of transmigrating into a fetus would be so great. The moment she did it, she became sickly. Fortunately, she had maximum affinity with living creatures. The animals she reared could fight, the herbs she planted could live. She could write talismans, read fortunes, and get rid of love interests. She could perform divination, detect aura, and read Fengshui. She could also good at the chess, music, literature, art, carving, and cooking, so she could earn a lot of money. And she was now taken back by the crown prince. “I heard that the princess consort brought about a lethal fate to her parents since young, and she has a lethal destiny. She’s someone who will not live long. If she marries the crown prince, she might not be able to protect her life. Very soon, she’ll kick the bucket!”This was the secret news of the imperial city.Several years later…“Grandfather, Grandmother, did anyone place bets on when you’re going to die today?”

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.”