Ascension Of The Villain - Chapter 78: Impossible Wish

When Feng Qing was born, she was sold to a couple from the mountains due to the hospital’s negligence .

Lin Qingqing was still talking to her friends about taking part in the singing contest the previous night. When she woke up the next day, she came five years later and found that she had not only married a overbearing president she didn’t know at all, but also had a child with him?!!

What kind of dog blood plot is this?

It is said that she still doesn’t like her husband and children, and the most thing she wants to do every day is divorce.

Looking at the pitiful eyes of Little Meng dumpling that was looking for attention and care in front of her, the handsome and rich, carefully spoiled her, want to get close but dare not, her overbearing husband, Lin Qingqing heart felt soft, “just accept it”!

At first Lin Qingqing only wanted to be a good mother, but later she found the husband so charming that she only wanted to roll in his arms every day….

Yi Zeyan knew from the beginning that the woman did not love him. No matter how kind he was to her, she didn’t appreciate it. Even if she married him, she was not willing to look him in the eye. Later, she simply lost her memory and completely forgot him.

However, he did not expect her to become different after losing her memory. She not only did not reject his approach, but even smiled at him. Later, she even stick close to him from time to time and act like a spoiled child to him.

She has become so sweet, how can he endure it…

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Mira Carter was ready to die.Broke, betrayed, and buried by the people she loved, she ended her life, only to wake up in the body of Lorena Sanders, the country’s golden girl.…Well. Former golden girl.Now? Lorena is canceled harder than a convicted pop star.Public enemy number one.Accused of bullying her junior into suicide, sleeping her way to the top, and being the villain everyone always suspected she was.The internet wants her dead.Her family wants her silent.And the worst part?She discovers Lorena now has a husband.Lucas Atkins, a cold, ruthless billionaire with a face like sin and a hatred that burns like hellfire. He’s dangerous, powerful, and clearly didn’t marry her for love.The first time he looks at her, she swears he could snap her neck.The second time? She’s certain he’s already digging her grave.To top it all off, Lucas isn’t just a CEO with a god complex. He’s something else. Something not quite human.And now that Mira’s stuck in the face of the woman he hates the most, he wants her to suffer, for sins she doesn’t even remember.She doesn’t know what Lorena did.She doesn’t understand why the world wants her destroyed.She doesn’t even know how she’s going to survive.But she does know one thing:Hell has a new wife. And her husband is the devil himself.

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.”