My Targets Were Consumed By Regrets After My Death

After being reincarnated as the villain in a story where everyone doted on the heroine, the system appeared.

It told me that if I could win over any one of the male leads, I would regain a healthy body and return to my original world.

But I failed to win over any of them.

There was my adoptive brother, the fake heir, who grew up with me.

My rebellious high school deskmate, the real heir, who became a boxer.

And my childhood sweetheart, the genius surgeon.

Even my own son, whom I carried for ten months.

Without exception, they all fell in love with that cold, stubborn damsel while growing to deeply despise me.

The system sighed and told me that if I could die at the hands of any one of the male leads, I would be able to see my parents in the original world.

In the end, I used every method possible and was finally killed by them, with their own hands.

But why did they all go mad afterward?

I stood at the entrance of my son’s kindergarten, feeling cold from head to toe.

Jacob Lancaster and Evelyn Lloyd were holding my son’s hand, all smiles as they participated in the parent-child activity. Their faces radiated happiness, as if they were the real family.

It was as though they were a happy family, even though Jacob was my childhood sweetheart and husband, with whom I had once registered a marriage. And Asher Lancaster was the son I carried for ten months, the child I nearly bled to death giving birth to.

But none of them wanted me.

A wave of despair rose from the soles of my feet, flooding my entire body. I could already see my fate unfolding.

At that moment, a cold and familiar robotic voice rang out.

[Host, mission failed. You're set for elimination.]

In my original world, I had a blissful life, but after an unexpected car accident, I became comatose.

Then the system found me. It promised me that if I could win over any one of the male leads before turning thirty, I would be rewarded with a million dollars and a healthy body.

I agreed.

But over the past thirty years, no matter what I did, whenever Evelyn appeared, she captured everyone's attention.

This time, I gave up.

I gave up trying to win over any of the male leads. I lay in the most luxurious presidential suite, quietly waiting for death.

In this world, I was born the beloved daughter of a wealthy family, inheriting billions. But in the pursuit of these male leads, I had continuously spent money on them. Now, I barely had enough left to book this one suite.

Suddenly, I felt it was all worthless.

In this so-called pursuit of love, the first thing I lost was my own heart. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and my chest throbbed with dull pain.

But no matter how long I waited, death did not come.

Confused, I asked the system. It emitted a burst of static before slowly responding.

[Host, are you sure you don't want to try again? Maybe if you put in a little more effort, you could succeed this time.]

For the first time, the usually cold, robotic voice now carried a hint of regret and sympathy.

"Thank you, system," I said.

After Evelyn showed up, the system was the only one that gave me any solace.

"But I’m really too tired. Loving one person took half my life. How could I go on, having loved four men in my short thirty years?"

The system fell silent for a long time before speaking again.

[Host, if you can die at the hands of any male lead, I’ll allow you to see your family in the original world.]

I shot up in bed.

See my parents again?

Immediately, I started thinking about which of the male leads I could convince to kill me. Just then, the door burst open.

Xander Jones stormed in, his face dark with fury as he strode toward me.

"Nina, who are you here with?" His entire body radiated anger as he entered the room. He began flipping over every corner, even checking under the bed and inside the wardrobe.

After thoroughly inspecting the room and finding no one else, he let out a long sigh of relief. However, his expression remained grim.

"Don’t cause a scandal. We’re at a critical moment in our partnership with the Lancaster Hospital. If you dare to ruin this, I’ll kill you."

Lancaster Hospital was Jacob’s hospital.

I met his icy gaze, and unexpectedly, I started laughing.