MTL - The Valiant Farmgirl’s Blackhearted Husband Wants a Hug - Chapter 399 399 resurrection

When I woke up after a pretty crappy death, what greeted me was one of those famous fantasy worlds! I didn’t expect anything like becoming the strongest with a common job, or rising to the top with the weakest class…All I wanted was to live a slow farming life, but the world just wouldn’t leave me alone! And so I equally backstabbed good people and bad people alike, becoming a villain with a true sense of equality and just when I was about to retire and enjoy a proper life on a farm…“Master!”My former disciple at the evil organisation, currently the hero of justice came looking for me. Can’t you all just leave me alone?

[WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT ]...Read atleast ten chapters before tossing aside......Heather Remington had loved Caius Thorne with everything she had. She had thrown herself into their marriage with the kind of passion and devotion that left no room for doubt in her mind. For three years, she had tried to be the perfect wife, hoping, praying that one day, Caius would look at her. But that was just a mere dream.Caius never loved her, not when his first love, her stepsister, returned.Heather didn't need anyone to tell her to leave, but when she left, she left with a secret. A secret only she knew about.Only when she left did Caius realize how much he loved her, but it was already too late.ExcerptHe stepped closer, his voice soft. “Come back to me. I'll make you the most sort after actress on the planet.”He had made a grave mistake, he cared for someone else who wasn't his wife and had lost the woman he truly loved.This man, he doesn't know. “I'm already the most sort after actress.” she thought. Leaving him was the best decision she made for herself....Five years later, Heather returned with her secret.What could it be?Will she accept Caius again if she sees him?Read to find out.There will be daily updates. Feel free to comment your thoughts and if you like, a review.This book is participating in WSA, the author will appreciate your support. You can also support with GTs and Power stones.

Noah Morgan has been labeled a loser, mocked by peers, and betrayed by loved ones. He is a man that society loves to ridicule and despise. He hits rock bottom when the person he trusted most turns against him publicly.However, just as everything falls apart, an envelope with a Phoenix stamp slipped inside his boring flat, revealing a shocking truth: Noah is the illegitimate son and heir of a secretive but powerful trillionaire.Noah inherits money and much more; he inherits a Wealth Management System, a digital interface that could assist him in expanding his wealth, unlocking hidden assets, and gaining abilities to influence people, increase his physical power, and get revenge on people who have hurt him.Now, Noah rises from the ashes with nearly unlimited wealth and resources.His enemies laughed and ridiculed him once, but soon they will learn his vengeance.

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?