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The summer I was 17. A painting I created was sold. For 1.4 billion won.

He praised her, “Wifey, you are a genius!”

April Jones was submissive and weak, she gave in to her stepmother and stepsisters every whim. Her father was busy with the business and had no time for her. They took everything from her even her life. She died a horrifying death, now reborn she plans to change her fate and take back all she had lost.

Dean Davis is a notorious CEO he built his business from he was young withhis own blood and sweat. His vicious uncle sent some thugs to deal with him one night, that same night he met his angel April.

Both died, both were reborn.

April only wants revenge and gave up on love, when Dean meets his angel for a second time, he wants to love her but doesn’t know-how.

(This book is full of revenge, romance, comedy and drama. If you enjoy a weak to strong female lead along with a doting male lead this book is for you.)

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“Ummm... Thanks.” She took a bite and started to eat. She looked at him and slowly said, “It’s probably a bit late but, hi I’m your new neighbour April Jones.”

“Hi April, I’m Dean Davis.” He reached out his and so did she, they shook as they greeted each other.

“Nice to meet you, Dean.” She smiled at him and then took a bite of her pancake.

However, she missed the look in Deans eyes. He, at this moment, was full of happiness like a teenage boy in love.

Hearing her finally say his name was the most soothing sound to his ears. It sounded so sweet, so soft, he was greedy for more. In a good mood, he continued eating all the food she cooked.

What made his heart softened more was he actually wanted to hold her small hand again and never let go. Thinking of it, he swore inside, he’ll never let her go.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.