Accidentally Married To The Novel's Villainess?! - Chapter 7: Genevieve Valois [1]

Mira Carter was ready to die.Broke, betrayed, and buried by the people she loved, she ended her life, only to wake up in the body of Lorena Sanders, the country’s golden girl.…Well. Former golden girl.Now? Lorena is canceled harder than a convicted pop star.Public enemy number one.Accused of bullying her junior into suicide, sleeping her way to the top, and being the villain everyone always suspected she was.The internet wants her dead.Her family wants her silent.And the worst part?She discovers Lorena now has a husband.Lucas Atkins, a cold, ruthless billionaire with a face like sin and a hatred that burns like hellfire. He’s dangerous, powerful, and clearly didn’t marry her for love.The first time he looks at her, she swears he could snap her neck.The second time? She’s certain he’s already digging her grave.To top it all off, Lucas isn’t just a CEO with a god complex. He’s something else. Something not quite human.And now that Mira’s stuck in the face of the woman he hates the most, he wants her to suffer, for sins she doesn’t even remember.She doesn’t know what Lorena did.She doesn’t understand why the world wants her destroyed.She doesn’t even know how she’s going to survive.But she does know one thing:Hell has a new wife. And her husband is the devil himself.

Her rebirth gave her a second chance at life. She was back with a vengeance and wanted to make those that had harmed her pay. But to those that helped her, she wanted to repay them. Her evil stepmother? She would slowly pull out her claws, one by one. Her evil stepsister? She would crush her pride. She thought that by getting her revenge for her past life, she would be happy in this life. However, she never would have thought that danger would chance upon her time and time again. The hatred from her clan and whether their bloodline would continue to exist, lay solely on her shoulders. Luckily, on this thorny path, someone had always been protecting her. “Third Prince, have you ever regretted being with me?” That person laughed lightly and peered at her with a loving yet weary look, “As long as I am together with you, I have no regrets.”

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult.Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality.Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation.Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year.Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games…Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world’s largest grey market blood transfusion station………Years later.“You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice.”The Tianyuan World’s most beautiful person’s eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question.The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read “Hua Country’s Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World’s Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star’s Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry.”“You see, I’m really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!”

There once was a very popular question on the internet:

If one morning, you woke up and realized that your gender had changed, what would be your first reaction?

And someone on the internet had famously responded:

First, give your bros a good time!

Su Jian remembered that when he saw this reply, he had slapped the table to express his admiration. What a good bro! Such loyalty!

But now that he actually encountered this strange situation himself, he could only feel an extremely ball-breaking alarm, shocked grief, and frightened anger. **** your mom! Ah, ****! **** it!

Oh, a correction. The above is grammatically incorrect. After all, poor Classmate Su Jian doesn’t have balls anymore.