A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me? - Chapter 145 - 143 - - Awakened

In order to take away her father’s shares, her husband colluded with her bestfriend to set her up. A divorce was thrown at her face and she was forced out of the house.

Xia Bohe, a D-class actress struggling to make it big, wakes up to find herself transmigrated as a supporting character in a novel she’s been reading.

In this novel, the main character married a successful, wealthy and sexy CEO only to end up divorced with a ruined career and ultimately losing her life.

With a second chance in life, Xia Bohe is not about to give up easily.

But wait, what is this Goddess System with its beauty and acting skills?

This can make things very interesting and fun as Xia Bohe navigates her way to success in her career and love life while getting rid of other pretentious cups of green tea in her path!

The boy born with cursed eyes, said to be the traitor of all races.Discriminated against all his life will he fight back, or be consumed by hatred? Or will he learn to rise above it?In the world of magic... the Order of Arcane, filled with seven top races, all united by one thing: hating the color of his eyes and a certain name.This kid shall pay for a crime he never committed, etched with seven mythical curses by who? Who knows.How to release them? Solve the seven Akashi riddles.Will he win? Or just become another forgotten page in the history books of Eldarado?There are three primary types of magic: Normal. Racial. Unique.He awakens all of them.Normal: Well maybe not so normal for him.Racial: ??Unique: ??And one final question whispered in the shadows of forgotten historyWho is the true, declared heir to the Obsidian Throne.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.