Dynasties Online - Chapter 163: Creating A Skill Out Of Mockery.

One day, as usual, Annabelle remembered the memories of her previous life.

It was revealed that she has been reincarnated as the second most popular character in a novel.

She also did all kinds of bad things to the male lead, and in the end, she is the person who will end up in prison!

‘In the end, I’ll get caught. It’s crazy!’

Anabelle begins to save Ian from danger by intercepting the conspiracies that were laid out one by one to prevent her impending doom.

But in the process, she caught the attention of some unexpected people…

“Oh my, that’s the spirit of chivalry our family pursues! I like that a lot!”

Ian’s mother’s eyes began to sparkle at her.

“Would you like to be my partner to the opera?”

After saving Ian, the prince keeps flirting…

“Ian, I’ve decided to quit being your rival and live a new life.”

“A new life?”

“To stop paying attention to a man like you who’s always up and down, marry a man with no character, and live a normal life.”

“Who’s the opponent? And why am I up and down?”

The male lead, Ian, keeps obsessing over me for some reason.

“Why do you not talk harshly to me these days…? Do it again.”

Everyone just seems to be a little weird!

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My mother was in the late stages of cancer, and her greatest wish before she died was to see Theodore Grant and me get married.After I begged and pleaded, Theodore Grant agreed to have a wedding with me, so that my mother could pass away in peace.But on the wedding day, the groom was nowhere to be found. I called him over and over again, but no one answered...I became the laughingstock of the wedding, and my mother, in her anger, coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaving me with regret.I was busy with my mother's funeral arrangements, with no time to investigate where he had gone.It wasn't until the next day that a friend sent me a screenshot of a social media post.My husband was holding another woman in his arms, his face full of doting affection...