Contract Marriage+Kickass Heroine+Hidden Identity+Regret For two long years, Aria Smith devoted everything to Ethan Holt, convinced she was his beloved Luna and his fated mate. Until a trip to replace her lost marriage certificate shattered every lie. Ethan had never loved her. Her closest best friend Clara was his real destined mate. The adopted son Aria had raised with all her love for two years was actually their biological child. Before she could process the brutal truth, a sudden call overturned her whole life. She was not a lonely, powerless human orphan as she had always believed. She was the sole legitimate heir to Vincent Smith's staggering cross-realm fortune, inheriting his massive business empire that dominated both human and werewolf worlds. Her heart completely broken, Aria made her choice without hesitation. "I am single. Legally, I have never been anyone's wife." She cut off all ties with the Silver Creek Pack and stepped into her rightful identity as a billionaire heiress overnight. Ethan and Clara mocked her relentlessly. They believed the helpless human orphan could never survive outside the pack, and she would soon come crawling back begging for forgiveness. They never foresaw the day they met again. When Aria returned, she was no longer the humble, gentle human Luna who lived for Ethan. She stood powerful, wealthy, and untouchable, holding unmatched commercial power that shook the entire werewolf realm. And right by her side stood a dominant, peerless Alpha King—someone far more powerful than Ethan could ever dare to rival, ready to burn the whole world down for her revenge.

Camille Laurent was stolen at birth. Swapped by a greedy nanny, abandoned without a second thought, and erased from her rightful place in one of the most powerful families in the country. While the real heiress struggled to survive, the nanny’s daughter, Talia, was raised in luxury as the beloved jewel of the Laurent family, pampered by Camille’s parents, adored by her three brothers, and even promised to the prestigious Matteo Devereux through a childhood engagement arranged by their grandparents. Then the truth came out. Six months ago, Camille was finally brought back to the Laurent family. To protect the family reputation and prove their devotion to their bloodline, the Laurent patriarch transferred 35% of his personal shares into Camille’s name overnight, instantly making her one of the wealthiest heiresses in the country. It brought anxiety to all the Laurent family. But what they don’t know…is that Camille never needed them. Behind her elegant smile lies a woman filled with secrets powerful enough to shake the whole family. She's a miraculous healer capable of curing the incurable poisons. Yet despite everything, her family still chooses Talia. Every accusation against Talia is forgiven. Every scheme against Camille is brushed aside. Even Matteo, the man who was supposed to be Camille’s fiancé—cannot let go of the woman he always believed belonged by his side. But while the Laurent family underestimates Camille, another man begins to see exactly who she is. Dante Moretti. The ruthless heir of an old-money dynasty. A billionaire CEO worshipped by the public…and the merciless king of a criminal empire hidden beneath the city’s glittering surface. When Dante is poisoned by a rival syndicate with a deadly toxin no doctor can cure, he offers a fortune for anyone who can save him. Only Camille can. Their deal is simple: she becomes his personal physician, and he gives her anything she wants.

Iris Sinclair was the notoriously ugly woman of the military compound. Everyone said she had hit the jackpot, marrying Elliot Mercer, the man with the brightest future ahead of him. She had thought so too. Willingly, she managed the household, bore children, and served her in-laws. By chance, Iris Sinclair discovered that Elliot didn't love her at all—that he secretly despised her for being ugly. Yet Iris Sinclair's face had been disfigured precisely because she had saved his life! Reborn in a single stroke, Iris Sinclair returned to the time before her marriage. Unexpectedly, Elliot had also been reborn. In this lifetime, Elliot married his longed-for stepsister. Iris Sinclair made no fuss, instead marrying the regiment commander introduced by her grandfather. After marriage, she happily settled into military life—raising children, making money, and sleeping with her man. Her once-ugly face gradually recovered its former beauty. Later, on a rainy night, Elliot knelt before Iris Sinclair's door, begging desperately: "Iris, I regret it—come back with me!" But he never even caught a glimpse of her. Instead, a tall, handsome man kicked him aside. The man stood imposing, his expression indifferent, a faint mark visible on his neck. "Scram. She's already carrying my child."

Cassie Harrington married into a top-tier wealthy family. Her husband was Elliot Adams, known worldwide as the most eligible bachelor. Everyone gossiped about her with utter contempt: "Mr. Adams doesn't even like her. So what if she married into wealth? She's just living like a widow anyway." Cassie Harrington couldn't care less about the rumors. Looking at her newly purchased luxury bags and jewelry, she smiled and said, "My husband has someone else in his heart. He only married me to appease his parents. He gives me ten million in allowance every month but never comes home." What do you call this? This is literally the ultimate happiness in life, okay! Cassie Harrington made it clear that she was extremely satisfied with her married life.

At the wedding, Monica Harper stood in her bridal gown as the pregnant mistress pointed an accusing finger and hurled insults at her. Without hesitation, Monica tossed aside her veil, left the cheating groom behind, and walked away with her head held high. In a picturesque little town, she stumbled straight into the arms of Liam Clark—rugged, devastatingly handsome. A roguish grin curved Liam’s lips. "What a coincidence. I got jilted today too. Wanna make it a pair?" One reckless night. He had returned from the battlefield, having witnessed the darkest depths of humanity—yet now, he held the purest girl in his arms. She was a beacon of light, cutting through the shadows of his bleak existence. He was an unshakable fortress, shielding her from all harm. Fate brought them together that night—two souls destined to be one.

Evelyn Sinclair wakes up as the lowest-ranking servant girl in a single stroke, her life goal firm and simple: save money and run, embracing the laid-back life of a salted fish! Who would've thought that risking her life to save her master wouldn't bring freedom, but rather the "double grace" bestowed by the Grand Princess—first, elevation to commoner status; second, becoming a noble concubine for the Sixth Master Nathaniel Grayson, with a bonus package of "promotion to side consort upon bearing children" thrown in! Evelyn laughed in anger. Truly... thanks to your whole family! Who cares about being your family's concubine! The Sixth Master warned with a cold face: "Behave yourself and keep to your place. Don't come near this lord." Evelyn silently greeted his ancestors eighteen generations back in her heart, while appearing obedient on the surface. She then turned around and shook the carved bed until it creaked, diligently "calling out" a full one hundred and one times before falling asleep, welding "professional dedication" and "knowing one's place" onto her face. The Sixth Master's eyes darkened with gloom: "..." She's cursing at this lord? This coarse servant girl, she's definitely cursing at this lord! Half a year later. Evelyn successfully faked her death and was happily planning her salted fish life when the door to her new home was kicked open. That man who always called her a coarse servant burst in forcefully, pinning her into the corner of the bed without a word. His burning palm gripped her waist, thin lips curving with obsessive intensity, his breath scorching: "Evelyn, have you played enough? Time to return with this lord!"

In her previous life, Vivienne Hargrove married the man she loved, Nathan Hargrove, only to spend her days in misery. A fellow soldier had sacrificed his life to save Nathan, and Nathan felt compelled to take care of the man's widow and child. But that woman harbored ill intentions and constantly overstepped her bounds, showing up at their door late at night to whisk Nathan away. Vivienne endured endless torment through her pregnancy, subjected to the whispers and pointed fingers of their military compound neighbors, with no one to turn to. She raised her son alone, the two of them clinging to each other through the years. After all that struggle, she finally lived to see him grow up and enlist — only for him to lose his life on his very first mission. In her final years, she lay dying of a terminal illness, and only on her deathbed did she learn the devastating truth: her parents and her son had all been secretly murdered by that fallen soldier's widow. Consumed by boundless hatred and bitter regret, she was reborn — back to the very beginning of her marriage. This time, Vivienne Hargrove made up her mind: She would conceive the child from her past life, then keep the child and leave the husband behind. She tore up her application to follow him to his post in front of everyone, severing all ties in one clean stroke, and left Nathan Hargrove to tend to that mother and child on his own. Nathan Hargrove assumed they were of one heart — that his gentle, understanding wife had willingly stayed behind at the compound to look after others, and he felt nothing but guilt and gratitude toward her. So when Vivienne Hargrove asked for a divorce, Nathan Hargrove was utterly blindsided. He refused her again and again, but she vanished without a trace. Years later, when he came face to face with a little boy whose features were the mirror image of his own, the truth finally hit him. It was he who had dismissed her pain time and time again, who had broken her heart so thoroughly that she chose to carry and raise his child entirely alone — rather than have anything to do with him ever again. The man who had always been cold and unyielding, eyes rimmed red, sank to his knees before his wife and child: "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."

Reborn, Serena Morrison ripped the household register to shreds with her bare hands, strode out with queen-level swagger, and was whisked straight home by her trillion-yuan tycoon dad. Serena, who’d always preferred keeping her head down, got a crash course on her first day: every single one of the fifty-five students in the class was wired to the gills with connections. She shook her head. Can't mess with them can't, can't, can't. Random classmate: “Serena, didn't you say you were from the countryside with zero backing?” Random classmate: “Serena, didn't you say you were easy to bully?” Random classmate, sobbing: “Serena, I was wrong please don't end me!” Fine. If that's how it is, Serena stopped pretending and flipped her cards: she's the ultimate connected student in the room. Her dad? A hundred-billion-dollar magnate. Big brother? CEO of a multinational conglomerate. Second brother? Runs an entertainment empire with stars everywhere. Third brother? The reigning king of pop. And her fiancé? The richest man on the planet. As for Serena herself—she's just your average Jane with a billion alternate identities. Totally ordinary. The entire class coughed blood in unison: “Serena, you call that ordinary?!”

To help her husband build his business empire, Veyra worked two jobs, skipped meals, and sacrificed everything she had. When her mother desperately needed life-saving treatment, she couldn't even scrape together the money. Then, on a New Year's Eve flight, fate seated her beside her husband's mistress. That's when she discovered the cruel truth. Her husband had secretly amassed millions long ago. The wedding ring that belonged to Veyra now glittered on another woman's finger. The $500,000 that could have saved her mother's life had been spent instead on luxury gifts and pocket money for his lover. She lost her baby. She lost her mother. And finally, she lost every illusion about the man she'd loved for years. After leaving the airport, Veyra walked into a bar, kissed the most dangerous-looking stranger she could find, and spent one reckless night in his arms. By sunrise, she disappeared without leaving so much as her name. She thought it was nothing more than a farewell to her broken past. She was wrong. The stranger was Dorian—the most powerful, mysterious billionaire in the business world. Meanwhile, her cheating husband finally realized what he had thrown away. He begged on his knees, signed a postnuptial agreement worth billions, and swore he would give up everything if she would come back. But just as Veyra began plotting to reclaim everything that had been stolen from her, a mysterious car accident brought Dorian back into her life. Only then did she learn the truth. He wasn't a stranger at all. He was her ex-husband's older stepbrother. Now two powerful men are fighting for the same woman—one consumed by regret, the other determined to make her his. Sorry, cheating ex... I choose your brother.

A young boy from a humble bloodline, occasionally inherited from a world-shocking family. Once he woke up, he ascended to the Ninth Heaven. He cultivated the Nine Stars Divine Dragon Technique, condensing dragon vein, forming the Overlord Body. He competed with the prodigies of all the clans, overwhelming all fields, and shocking the Ninth Heaven.

WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN STEAMY AND SEXUAL CONTENT WHICH IS STRICTLY NOT FOR KIDS UNDER +18 . "Bryce!". I screamed as I feel his huge cap nudge at the entrance of my womanhood. He groaned as he pressed in deeper before he slides into my wet entrance. My walls clenched around him while he stretched my inner muscles as he kept pushing deep inside me. "Please". I cried and placed the tip of my finger down at his waist in an effort to push myself away from him. "Please". I begged but he only retracted his hip and thrusted into me fully, deeper, stretching me wide enough to accommodate his full length. . He is the handsome, sexy and heartless devil. The sinner. She is the purest, innocent and beautiful angel. Two polar opposites, one single attraction. *** Having lived in the convent all her life, Hera Whitson manages to secure a job as a maid in the household of Bryce Donovan. The inhuman sex god that has the entire female population at his feet. He lives for sex, he celebrates and relish the electricity of it with every fibre of his being and sees no better reason for being alive. One look at Hera and Bryce is smitten. She is like an addictive drug, a moth to a flame and he will do anything to get burned by her. Relinquished by her heat. What happens when Hera finds herself battling against her principles and sexual attraction for Bryce? Will she be caught in the web of Bryce's twisted game of lust?

Everyone believed Ye Liuyun was trash, even himself. No money, no talent, and no one he could rely on. Bully, scorn and laughter, that’s what he deserved. But Ye Liuyun never gave up working hard. One day things had changed. Ye Liuyun’s inner power was suddenly awakened. He could cultivate a divine level spirit and became a supreme hero. Slaying demons and exterminating devils, his adventures just started... Money, beauty and power, he would grasp everything in his hands...

Cast out overnight and mocked as a fraud, Emma fled to the countryside, only to uncover a world she never expected. Her grandmother, a hidden tycoon, commanded wealth beyond imagination, while her long-lost parents were revealed as national researchers. Before she could process it all, Edward—a ruthless figure from the capital—cornered her with an unyielding demand: "Marry me, and the world is yours." When her adoptive family crawled back, begging forgiveness, Emma’s icy glare was her only reply. "Leave."

[Urban Fantasy + System + Goddess + Daddy + Cute Baby + Face-slapping Fiction + Single Female Lead] Three years ago, Ethan Forrest accidentally slept with the stunning campus beauty Elaine Prescott. One day three years later, Elaine Prescott showed up at Ethan Forrest's door with a little girl just over two years old. "Chloe, call him Daddy." At that moment, an unfamiliar voice rang out in Ethan Forrest's mind. [Super Daddy System activated.] By taking care of the child, Ethan Forrest could rapidly enhance his various abilities. "Host cooks for one hour—Chef experience increases by one year." "Host accumulates ten hours of bumper car rides with child—Driving skill promoted to Grandmaster level." "Host accumulates twenty hours of martial arts practice with child—Martial arts promoted to Great Grandmaster level." Elaine Prescott, worth hundreds of billions, nestled in Ethan Forrest's arms. "Honey, when are you taking me to get our marriage certificate?" Ethan Forrest: "Let's go. Right now!"

Everett Caldwell transmigrated into a high-martial world, becoming the principal of a vocational martial arts college, and activated the [My Strength is the Sum of the Entire School] system. His strength was tied to all the students in the school. The stronger his students became, the stronger he became! Thus, He forcefully invaded alien territories to seize spirit veins, plundering alien cultivation resources, Invested resources into his students, and as the students grew stronger, so did his strength. Years later, While top-tier martial arts university students were still struggling with failing to break through to fourth-rank martial artists upon graduation, vocational martial school graduates had already produced fifth-rank, sixth-rank, and even grandmaster-level powerhouses! Students from Kyoto Martial University and Demon Capital Martial University: A good vocational martial college is better than a top-tier martial arts university, I want to upgrade from bachelor's to vocational! Students from his own school: "Slay the aliens, protect our homeland, willing to dedicate this life to the Principal!"

She accidentally got into the wrong tycoon's car and ended up breaking his thirty-year celibacy. Evangeline Whitfield was still feeling smug about it when the tycoon slapped her with a lawsuit and landed her in jail. Fuming, she wrote a two-thousand-word confession letter, signed a pledge never to offend again, and paid a five-thousand-yuan fine... She cursed under her breath: Damien Ashford, don't you dare come looking for me again! One year later. Damien Ashford: "Darling, your favorite movie is premiering tonight. Shall we book the entire theater?" Her: "No. Sue me." Two years later. Damien Ashford: "Darling, what's the point of me wearing this wedding ring alone? Won't you wear one too?" Her: "I threw it away. Go ahead and sue me again!" Five years later. Damien Ashford: "Darling, our eldest already took your surname. How about the little one in your belly takes mine—Ashford?" Her: "On what grounds? Because you know how to sue?"

Declan was a doctor, he sacrificed everything for his girlfriend, who ended up betraying him. He wanted revenge. He got a magical mask at this time, he put it on but didn't know the mask held the power that could stir up one's deepest desire, it gifted Declan a superpower--golden finger. Declan's brain was implanted with a full set of high medical skills. Since then, Declan was able to cure any wounds and scars, with one touch, he could stop one's bleeding, read all biodata from any person, and diagnose diseases without any medical equipment, and held the power to cure even cancer and leukaemia. But the power on his golden finger could run out if overused, he needed to recharge it, and the only way to regain power was women. And right now there were two women before him, one was his ex, another one was...

Celebrity Chef Emily Reed suddenly found herself transported back to the 1970s, reborn as an overweight village girl whose reputation had been ruined by a scumbag's schemes. Even more absurdly, the moment she opened her eyes, she was forced into a compromising situation with a cold, aloof male intellectual sent to the countryside for re-education. The scumbag promptly called off their engagement, and the entire village clamored for her to take responsibility for the young man. Emily Reed: "No thanks, this isn't trouble—it's destiny and a golden opportunity rolled into one!" She thought she'd married an ordinary intellectual, but it turned out her husband was a powerful figure from the capital living undercover! Shedding his rugged disguise, he revealed himself as a high-ranking official and an utterly devoted, doting husband. "Sweetheart, earning money is exhausting—let me take care of you," he offered. Watching Emily thrive in both career and love, her scumbag ex-husband was green with regret: "I was wrong—please take me back!" Emily wrapped an arm around her influential husband and retorted with a smile, "Too late. My spatula is for cooking, not for scraping up trash!"

Rosalind Mercer transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the pitiful foil in a contrast setup. Parents dead, grandparents indifferent, uncle and aunt oppressive—the whole village waited to watch her get trampled into the mud by the female lead. She glanced at the script. Then she tore it to pieces. She reclaimed her spiritual spring space, sent her rotten grandparents to the hospital with rage, reported her scumbag uncle for his misdeeds, and snatched every opportunity meant for the female lead. Along the way, she befriended several future big shots—moving herself from "the foil" straight into "don't mess with" territory. Almost forgot—she still had a cheap husband: Nathaniel Holt, the military district commander barely mentioned in passing in the book. Rumor had it this man was notoriously fierce. One word from him could make an entire company cry. Punishment drills could break a platoon's spirit. On their wedding night, Rosalind Mercer shrank back slightly. "You're so scary..." The man glanced at her. "You want a divorce?" She shook her head. He withdrew his gaze, voice going rough. "With you—I'm only fierce in bed."

Autumn Crawford transmigrated straight into the body of a capitalist heiress in the seventies—only to find her life already on the chopping block. Her reborn cousin was leading a mob to raid her house, denounce her parents, and wait to inherit her property, ancestral assets, and fiancé. The newly-arrived Autumn Crawford: She neatly bled her scumbag fiancé dry of cash and ration tickets, annulled the engagement at lightning speed, then bundled the cousin and the scumbag’s whole family off to the Great Northwest in one neat package. Binding the ancestral space, she emptied the family fortune, grabbed her little sister, and headed straight for the place where her parents had been sent down—reconstruction support starts with me. Human traffickers want to kidnap her? One punch each, plus a silk banner of thanks. Enemy agents stirring up sabotage? Her kicks are sharp; medals and commendations follow. Only… this particular spy case seems to run deeper than expected. And that broad-shouldered, long-legged hunk who keeps hovering around her—his moves are suspiciously slick. Autumn Crawford (on high alert): This has to be the enemy’s “sugar-coated bullet!” She (rubbing hands): …Still, the sugar is undeniably sweet.