The Vicious Wealthy Female Partners Does Not Follow This Reverse Harem Script Anymore!

"He betrayed me, he betrayed me for that wanton vixen!"

"Him cheating with my student, he is the real maniac, how sicko he can be!"

" Him and him—such a damn liar hiding in woman's skirt."

"He is a stud horse that I wish to cut the balls under his stinky pants."

"His legal wife matters, and so I'm not."

"His actions are the best, I wonder why he can't win a single award for being a scumbag."

In the late night of February, the northern air blew a little bit cold.

It gently touched the soft tanned skin of drunk women as it sent a small chill, from time to time they shiver in silence while drinking the glass of high-end liquor.

The bystanders could hear laughter, soft cries as well a lot of hateful curses from the table of the group.

They're all working women in their late thirties, long hair or short hair, baby face or matured, talkative or tight lip, rich with expressions or not—each of them is a unique beauty.

Onlookers cannot help but steal one or two glances.

It has been an hour since the unfamiliar group entered the only midnight bar in their small village.

Everybody assumed they're travelers from the city when they arrived with their small shuttle.

Some of the good-looking young men tried to have a chance to talk with them, but gradually failed after many attempts.

Later, the people heard from the old bartender, all these women had their hearts broken into pieces by arrogant fools.

At first, no one would like to believe it, when the women started drinking lots of liquor as if they were having glasses of water, the people's jaws dropped on the floor.

It followed a series of rich reactions as they fell under the influence of alcohol, such as crying ugly tears, complaining loudly, and cursing hatefully.

Just looking at them freely wallowing in their heart, onlookers had a heavy feeling with pity in their eyes.

With the sadness wrenching their souls, it is better not to disturb the group.

So, on the sidelines, all the people frowning quietly.

It's painful to hear the women's stories from the slip of their words.

The people already had a vague idea of what had happened to these ladies and it saddening their hearts.

How could it be this so miserable, are those arrogant lovers was mentally retarded or had their brains placed on the butt?

The group is all good-looking women, trustworthy, hardworking and they're talented in their chosen careers yet those men commit unforgivable sins.

What bad luck these females have.

Afterward, the drunk women dragged themselves out.

Some courageous men offered to help a hand to take them back to their hotel, not having any dirty thoughts but pure sincerity.

However, the leading woman politely refused with the warmest smile.

No one can do about it, but could only give a nod with careful reminders.

"This time, I will drive." Gabrielle inclined her head with a sober tone, she has the highest alcohol tolerance among their group.

"Let me drive! Let me drive!"

"Mumu you're drunk." Jellian lazily said as she opens the SUV door.

"I'm not drunk! Look at me, Look at me! I'm walking straight!"

Marica confidently breaks away from her other sister's embraced as she walks on her feet to put up the show but shamelessly fallen on herself with a loud thud on the ground.

It took a moment before she let out a soft groaned.

Onlookers fell into awkward silence while thinking if they will make a move to help or it is not necessary.

Gabrielle's blank expression breaks, lips twitching a bit and she does not know whether to laugh or cry at her adopted sister.

Dorothya holds her stomach as she laughed out loud, "Hahaha.....how many fish did you get Mu!"

And she went up to the side of the other poking her face.

"Dudu stops it, you are so mean. Why are you laughing at this Laozi!" Marica face flushed in rather annoyance yet she hiccuped an embarrassment.

Then as usual shed some tears while wailing like a child who lost her sweet and favorite candy.

It made everyone's mentally sighed.

Is she a child inside of a thirty years old woman's body?

On the other hand, Marica's friends know how crybaby she was when falling under a spirit of alcohol.

They're all sharing the same thoughts at the moment, ' This woman is a real crybaby even sober, but worse under the influence of alcohol because every little thing can make her cry and shed a bucket of tears!', just take one look at those swollen red eyes, it is proving how many times did she have cried tonight.

They do not dare to count, they also shed their sadness, after all.

Noticing the crybaby has no plans of getting up, Pandrea helplessly let out a tired yawned.

Even though she drank a lot of alcohol tonight, she has still her awareness.

As one of the older people, she tried appeasing Marica at the same time helping her to stand up.

Dorothya did not bother to help because she cried on her own too, and whispering sadly how much it hurts to fall in love with the wrong person.

Nisandra was half awake when walking toward the vehicle, she didn't even mind her friends and bluntly ignored them.

As she got inside, without any concerns she had decided to close her eyes to join the darkness.

Meanwhile, Jellian gave a meaningful look at Gabrielle.

Tonight they had drunk themselves too much.

All of them must have a long rest and then tomorrow they would go back to the city as planned.

However, the heavens have other plans for them when they all have encountered death together at the landslide accident.

How unfortunate their luck to die so young and brokenhearted, that there is a certain goddess who took pity on them.

In one snap of her fingers, she brought all their souls into a dark space.

The women find themselves floating in silence, they were surprised to see other familiar appearances and shared confused gazes.

Having no idea what is happening, they tried hard to remember how the mountainside collapsed and all of them were buried alive.

Once they realized the harsh truth of their miserable death, all of them had twisted expression–either it's regrets, disappointments, sorrows, resentment, or relief, each other were trying to cope with it.

"I'm sorry to disturb our thoughts, but I had no time to stay long."

A succinct tone rang through in the deep darkness, surprising the group as they were back into reality.

Gabrielle responded politely, "May I know who you are?"

"Before everything. Greetings mortals, I am what all of you humans called the goddess or so whatever, Again, where are we?----ah, right! Okay, let me announced all of you are dead, yes drop dead, killed by mother nature, in other words, each of you is out in the world of the living. At this moment, it is what they called soul consciousness that the one listening to me in this very eerie space. Ah, if you know mortals it wasn't easy to take you here, I am really afraid of the death company will sue me for stealing all of you here. Well, I wish they received the note before they knock me out."

After that, six of them were silent for a while.

Who would have thought this so-called goddess is a chatterbox.

"May I ask the goddess why did you take us here?" Gabrielle asks, straight into the business.

"Oh right, I almost forgot." A bit of shame could be hint underneath the voice of the said goddess.

"I took all of you here because all of your deaths aren't predestined, and it is troublesome to explain why, but I'm here to give you a second life."

All of the six mortals looked at each other

"If I am so bold, do you mean we'll get to live again?"Jin Chen muttered.

"Of course, you didn't hear me wrong. I will let all of your souls into another world. And then you can live your next life on your own, so mortals, would you like to live again?"

They subconsciously nodded their heads without hesitation. Only the greatest fool would turn down an opportunity to get another life.

"By any chance, it might be sound cliche but is there a way for us to recognize each other again?"

Marica can't help but asks, she dearly loves her friends, they almost all family together.

And the idea of a liar's face in foreign land somehow calm her down at least.

"Of course, no need to fret mortal. The arrangements are unbelievable, but let it become a blessing. Now, it is time to go and bid each other a goodbye."

One snap of a finger, before the six mortals could react, they felt another sensation likely pulling them harshly and their souls back into unknown third-dimensional bodies.

And they heard a thin, but full of expectations.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, I am just mere goddess of book transmigration. Well, make sure to live your life to the fullest, mortals..."

On silent thought, the second chance of life they had never imagined was to live inside of a fictional world.

What is written is written, what is fate is fate, and they can only do is try changing and defying the heaven course in their own will.