MTL - Sweet Wife, Pampered Fast - Chapter 1446 It ’s okay to call dog eggs

Bankruptcy, divorce, wife’s betrayal!

35-year-old Yang Hao suffered a triple blow!

However, in a desperate situation, he inherited the property in the game “Monopoly”.

From then on, he became famous!

Ex-wife begging for reconciliation?

Sorry, you won’t accompany me when the sun sets, but who are you when I come back? You feel tired when we share the joys and sorrows, and you don’t deserve the glory and wealth! !

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Leaving a normal life is boring, but I was happy with what I had.

Even when I spent most of my life in regret and misery, I lived because I had someone that I loved dearly.

And that said someone took my life...

But fate had different plans for me...

As if death wasn't enough for me.

As if the gods were mocking me.

I got reincarnated into a hardcore romance game that I used to play.

That too when the prequel game that I played the most ended twenty-five years ago.

A game where death is everyone's mistress.

A game that people either liked or hated too much.

Now reincarnated into the body of the Villainess's son.

I became someone that I hated the most...

“Hahaha...”

I laughed at my own misery.

As if that too wasn't enough, I also became the slave of someone else's desires.

Now, one might say a mother is a mother even if the world sees her as a Villainess.

But what if your mother is the very incarnation of evil?

That your mother is the hurdle that you have to overcome?

What if your mother is the very reason you might die?

Gentleness and love are the last things one could expect from her.

“Hahaha...”

Again, a hollow laugh escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me.

That I have been...

Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son...

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