[A Story of Male Lead Abuse · A Rebirth Novel]
What is love?
Young and ignorant, Annabelle Linton spent her entire life to understand that it was an obsession.
Once fallen, it's impossible to break free. It can give you life, and it can also bring you death.
After her rebirth, she wore a smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with ice.
A friend once asked her why she loved him so much.
She fell silent, then casually changed the subject without answering, but a dazed look flickered in her eyes.
Perhaps it was because the years went by too fast, the world was too harsh, and the road was too difficult to walk alone, and she just wanted a home...

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There were only two kinds of people Mr. Grant hated most in this life: those he hated, and Annabelle Linton.
But there was never a reason for hating Annabelle Linton, and he never looked for one.
But later, he thought about it. Was it perhaps his confidence that she would never leave, no matter what?
But reality later told him that he was wrong.
In this world, is there really anyone who would never leave?

[This novel's main focus is on the male lead's suffering. The male lead appears to be a jerk, so patience is required. He unknowingly hurt the female lead for many years. After her rebirth, the female lead stays away from him, and the male lead is completely tormented. In the later parts of the story, the male lead will have all the reactions you'd expect to see, such as suicide attempts... But the ending is a happy one.
This book isn't exactly a doting romance or a gratifying romp, but it's certainly not a tragic tearjerker. If you enjoy stories that focus on the male lead's suffering, then I think you'll like this one. If you prefer sweet and fluffy stories, please check out my other book, "My Love for You, an Incurable Disease".]

It had been a struggle, but she'd gotten them.


Kiera Keane hugged the files to her chest, sank to the floor, and quietly closed her eyes.


'Ryan, you were the one who betrayed me in the end. If I do something... it's understandable, isn't it?'


After leaving, Annabelle Ainsworth sped home in her car.


The stinging pain on her face felt like it was on fire. It hurt. It hurt so much!


But what she feared even more was her cover being blown!


The servants greeted her one after another, but Annabelle Ainsworth's face was contorted in a grimace. She burst out of the car, ran into her room, and slammed and locked the door behind her in one fluid motion.


Staring at the red blotches already forming on her face in the mirror, she rummaged through a cabinet like a desperate addict, found a bottle of pills, and downed the entire contents. Then she stormed into the bathroom and started scrubbing viciously at her face.


Chapter 402 - Chapter 402: What Use Are You to Me If You Don't Change Your Identity?