Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon's Reluctant Love - Chapter 151 - : Slap in the Face! Exposing the Real Culprit (2)

Dying in a tragic accident Marcus Ferrous gets transferred to a fantasy world of monsters and magic, except when he arrives contrary to what he expected he is now level one and a ghost. Left with nothing on a strange new world, Marcus will struggle with everything he has on his journey to get stronger and uncover the secrets of his new world.

On the day of her wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Natalie Ford received an unexpected gift: a marriage certificate. It stated that she was already married to a complete stranger—Aiden Handrix.While the wedding guests continued to mock and insult her, her lover Ivan decided to dump her, choosing to marry her half-sister Briena instead. To add insult to injury, she was thrown out of her home.To prove her innocence, Natalie Ford could only take one course of action - she had to find this mysterious Aiden Handrix and get to the bottom of this!The next day, there was news trending on the TV. Justin Harper, the heir of the richest family in the Bayford was returning home. Natalie’s eyes narrowed at the TV screen.‘Why does this man look exactly like the man in the picture of my wedding certificate?’In the quest of uncovering the mystery behind her said marriage, she decided to follow him and ask personally.“Are you married?”“No.”“Do you have a twin brother?”“No?”“By chance you heard the name Aiden Handrix?”“No.”“Then, who the hell are you?’“Your brother.”“Wait, what?”“Yes. Now pack your bags and come home with me.”First got a husband out of the blue and now a brother with the same face? Was god creating clones and offering them to her with different relationships?

The outside world is filled with monstrous shadows. I’m so scared.I just want to stay in my safe house, forever…————————Unkillable phantoms and endless monsters abound. Yu Hong arrives here with a mysterious black mark. Using its power to strengthen everything, he gradually builds an absolutely secure zone of his own within his safe house.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?