[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".]

I've met shameless people before, but never anyone *this* shameless!


Annabelle Linton swore that if she had the power, she would absolutely, positively, *definitely* smash this infuriatingly handsome face of his!


Annabelle struggled fiercely, but her arms and legs were pinned down by him. She trembled with rage. "You bastard! How can you go back on your word like that? You said you'd let me go after I spelled it out, didn't you? Well, I did!"


Leona Grant propped himself up, raising an eyebrow. "What did you spell?"


"More! M-O-R-E! Do you understand me now?! If you don't, I can spell it out for you ten times!"


"We don't have to go for five more," Leona Grant said with a wicked grin.


Annabelle's brow furrowed. 'What nonsense is this bastard spouting? I don't understand a word he's saying!'


'But is this really the time to be thinking about that?!'


Chapter 560 - Chapter 560: Without You, How Am I Supposed to Live On?