Winning over the Novel's Male Second Lead

After becoming an NPC in a romance novel, the system in the novel tasked me with winning over the novel's male second lead. He asked me to attend to his needs, and I even massaged his shoulders and legs. When he craved pizza from across town late at night, I went out to buy it for him. Just as I was about to reach ninety-nine points in my strategy, the female lead kissed him right in front of me. At that moment, my progress reset to zero. The system asked me, "You've failed for the third time. Do you want to continue?" I felt utterly defeated. "No, I want to go home," I replied. In an instant, I saw him suddenly look up, his eyes filled with panic as he stared at me.

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**Chapter 1:** Gu Yunshen was trapped in a fire caused by a production mistake, and I risked my life to save him.

When he woke up, he had forgotten everything and even accused me online of being the instigator.

**Chapter 2:** He reluctantly agreed to marry me, and I spent months meticulously planning our wedding.

On the day of the wedding, Song Zhixia called him in tears, and he left me without hesitation.

I could have blamed my mere sixty percent progress in my plan.

But this time, even with ninety-nine percent, I couldn't escape the fate of a reset.

The system comforted me, saying at least I only had ten days left before going home.

However, due to going against fate, I would face some backlash before returning.

With a bitter smile, I fought the urge to cry again.

After all the torment I had endured to please him, why fear the last bit of pain?

Knowing Gu Yunshen had filming scheduled the next day, I arrived early to prepare.

I wanted to avoid causing trouble for anyone before I went home.

Gu Yunshen was late, and despite calling for an hour, there was no answer.

The director was afraid to confront him, so he vented his frustration on me instead.

"You're his assistant; couldn't you have coordinated with him in advance?"

But I had clearly confirmed everything with Gu Yunshen yesterday.

I apologized profusely, sending message after message on WeChat asking when he would arrive.

I instinctively worried about his career.

This film was crucial for him; performing well could earn him a major acting award he had coveted for four years.

Besides, the director was a big name in the industry, and offending him would have dire consequences.

While I was frantically pacing, I learned Gu Yunshen had messaged the director to say he was taking the day off for personal reasons.

His reputation was solid, and his status high, so the director believed him immediately and agreed.

But the damage to the crew was done, and the director sent the costs to the agent for compensation.

Upon learning this, the agent blamed everything on me, deducting three months of my salary as a lesson.

She even posted the incident in the company group chat, where Gu Yunshen was, as a warning.

Gu Yunshen remained silent, offering no defense for me.

Soon, Song Zhixia posted a photo on her social media.

In the picture, their fingers were intertwined.

"Hehe, just one word of boredom and the future Best Actor lied to take a day off to hang out with me."

Comments quickly followed:

"Now that's a match made in heaven!"

"Wishing you two eternal happiness. Don't let that awful Su Jiancheng take advantage again."

"Ugh, what does it matter if she tries? Four years and she still couldn't win Yunshen's heart. What a waste."

Gu Yunshen only replied to Song Zhixia, "As long as you're happy, I'll do anything."

He openly displayed his affection for Song Zhixia, ignoring others' insults towards me.

I couldn't help but message him in protest.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were taking the day off? I'm not just your assistant; I'm your girlfriend."

His reply was swift.

"You're just an assistant. I don't need to inform you about everything."

So, just an assistant.

For Song Zhixia, he who never took a day off suddenly requested three, now drawing a line between us.

Indeed, nothing and no one mattered more than Song Zhixia.

I couldn't be bothered to reply further, deleting all information about him from my phone.

I was done. I was resigning.

Continue to next part

On my birthday, Braden left me for the 99th time to chase after his suicidal elusive ideal. I informed the system, "I'm giving up on this mission. I'm exhausted." For a full twelve years, I pulled out all the stops to warm Braden's heart, but I never succeeded. The system told me that if I died in this world, I could return to my original world. The first time, I cut my wrists in the bathroom. Braden kicked the door open and rushed me to the hospital, accusing me of playing the victim for attention. The second time, I swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills. He burst in at the last moment, cradling me in his arms and sobbing, saying he realized his mistakes. But wait. There was still a third and fourth time to come.

LitRPG Modern Romance

9.3

Catching Genesis

9.3

When the future Alpha, a major player rejected her for Queen B, Genesis and her two best friends came up with a plan to give the arrogant future alpha the taste of his own medicine. What happens when your plan works too well? What happens when you attract not only the arrogant alpha but also a powerful creature that won't take no for an answer? "Now my sunshine, we're all alone," he utters with some satisfaction. His hair is mussed up sexily. His skin is a bit flushed from all the running he just did. Oh, goddess, he's still the sexiest man I've ever laid my eyes on. "What are you planning to do to me?" I ask him warily. His eyes rake up and down my body as if he can see through my clothing. "What do you think I would do to you, sunshine?" he sounds amused, almost indulgent. His lips curl up into a feral smile. His silver-gray eyes flashed with anger and hunger and desperation. It sets my pulse racing. He's not really amused. I can tell. "Maybe I'm tired of waiting. Maybe I'm tired of chasing after you. Maybe it's time for me to catch you, Genesis." The last ten chapters of this book are not available here due to copyright reasons.

Fantasy LitRPG Werewolf

9.4

Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

9.4

My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach. Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess. The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings. Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me. To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive. I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger. But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear. "Stay here and don't starve." I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.

Action LitRPG Mafia

8.2

HIDDEN TRILLIONAIRE

8.2

Blurb: Richard Tucker lost everything long before he died. Orphaned young, forced to work two jobs through college, and later dragged into a scandal with the daughter of a wealthy family, he became the unwanted son-in-law of the powerful Warrens. His mother-in-law despised him, every employer rejected him, and his life fell apart piece by piece. Then one night, Richard was hunted down, beaten, and left to die in a cold alley. But death wasn't the end. Richard woke up with the Trillionaire System, a mysterious power that deposits $500 into his account every hour and rewards him with skills, strength, and unlimited financial advantages. With $360k a month at Level 1, Richard discovers a future he never imagined, one where he can rebuild himself, protect his wife, and rise far beyond everyone who mocked him. Yet power comes with enemies. A vengeful ex-suitor, a ruthless rival family, and a powerful heiress who wants Richard for herself move against him. Old threats return, new alliances crumble, and the truth about the scandal that ruined his life resurfaces with deadly consequences. But as Richard climbs, a new identity emerges in the shadows: Mr. Tusks, the mysterious billionaire quietly becoming the largest shareholder in multiple corporations and preparing to launch the most anticipated company in the nation, RT Enterprise. When the world gathers for the grand unveiling, Richard plans to reveal who he truly is... And when he does, every enemy who called him worthless will finally understand the man they tried to destroy.

Billionaire LitRPG Modern Mystery

9.6

Sweet Revenge Of The Stolen Heiress

9.6

I was only three and a half years old, living in a damp basement and beaten daily by Enoch Pruitt with a heavy leather whip. "Get up, you useless waste of space!" He always told me I was a stray he had picked out of the garbage. But during one brutal beating that nearly stopped my heart, time froze, and a glowing figure called The Chronicler appeared. "You are not an abandoned orphan, Clare. You carry the blood of the highest gods." He revealed that I was the stolen daughter of the ultra-wealthy Barrett family. Then, he showed me the horrific ending of my previous life. I had died right here on this bloody dirt floor. My real parents and three brothers went completely insane with grief, turning into ruthless monsters who destroyed themselves and the entire world to avenge me. Meanwhile, the Pruitt family kept torturing me, locking me in a woodshed and feeding me moldy bread. The memory of my bones breaking and my real mother's agonizing screams crushed my chest. Why did I have to suffer like an animal while my true family tore the world apart looking for me? This time, I refused to die in the mud. I accepted my divine blood, my eyes glowing gold as I summoned a bolt of purple lightning to strike my abuser. I just needed to survive the night. Because my real father's heavily armed convoy was already tearing up the mountain, ready to burn this hell to the ground.

Action Billionaire Horror LitRPG Modern

8.3

The Billionaire's Captive: A Heart Broken

8.3

I arrived at the mansion with nothing but the clothes on my back, expecting to work off my debt, but I quickly realized I was just inventory. The air in the hallway was kept at a freezing temperature, a deliberate choice to preserve the art and remind girls like me that we were nothing more than furniture. Inside the room, the sounds of a Hollywood starlet and a powerful man echoed through the walls, followed by the sight of discarded silk and cold, hard cash scattered across the marble floor. When I accidentally stood in the way, I was tripped, mocked as trash, and left to bleed on the cold floor while the security guards watched with dead eyes. Even when I begged for my passport, Chadwich Carey didn't see a human being; he saw a stain on his pristine, expensive reality that needed to be erased. He crushed my fingers in the door, dragged me into the dark, and eventually used me to satisfy a drug-fueled hunger that no one else could touch, only to discard me back into the rain like garbage. I sat in the freezing Bronx alley, shivering in his oversized shirt, realizing that he never intended to give me my freedom. He thought he had broken me, that I was just another nameless girl to be silenced, but he was wrong. I am not a box to be packed away or a hand to be severed. He taught me that in this world, money and violence are the only languages that matter. I will learn them both, and when I return, I won't be begging for my passport; I’ll be taking everything he owns.

Billionaire LitRPG Modern

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