She was betrayed by her own fiance and so-called best friend, died in their hand and all her fortune was swindled by them, she was reluctant to let go but her oozing blood didn't allow her to, she closed her eyes by cursing the two of them. Little did she knows, death is only the beginning. On her way to the underworld, she was suddenly bound by a system and had a deal with it. Ten Lifetimes, ten worlds, ten missions and she'll be grant an opportunity to go back to her original world and take her revenge. With a smile on her face, she took the missions and ready for her adventures! ORIGINAL SYNOPSIS "Here's the story how I met your father..." "Mother, we already heard it all!" "Well, the readers are not!" "Then tell them!" "Fine! Dear readers, this is how I met my husband, but before I begin could you please make some comments or leave some stars to motivate me, you see my children don't care about me anymore and my husband are too clingy so I could only hope you all, okay without further ado, please opened this story as I tell you my adventure!" ---------------- #English not my first language #Amateur Writer #All chapter is not PROOFREAD #Original Work

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)