One day, an impossibly handsome man suddenly appeared before Ava Hayes. "Actually, you're the true heiress of a wealthy family in the capital. Someone will come for you soon. And I—am your fiancé." That very night, an assassin smashed through her window— Only for her to turn the tables and turn him into fertilizer for her plants. "Seems someone doesn't want the real heiress to return? Well, I'm going anyway." Back at the Hayes family mansion, her birth parents doted over their adopted daughter with tender concern, while her older brother shot her a condescending glare. Ava promptly tore up the recognition agreement. "Fine. Then this family fortune—I'll let someone else inherit it." Turning on her heel, she linked arms with the uncle and aunt who had come for her. "Uncle, Auntie—are you in need of a daughter?" And when her brother's company teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, she pulled up in a top-tier supercar outside the acquisition meeting, smirking at the man in the wheelchair: "Fiancé, tell me—would the Hayes Corporation make a fitting engagement gift?" The man yanked her into his arms, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he murmured: "It would. But my dowry is half the capital city—when are you coming to… inspect the goods?"

The country bumpkin was brought back to be a sacrificial bride. Elena Monroe agreed—only to cut ties immediately after and dump her scumbag father. Little did she expect the "dead" m an she was supposed to marry would come back to life--and shamelessly crawl into her bed every night. After severing ties, her trashy father, stepmother, and white-lotus stepsister eagerly awaited Elena Monroe's downfall. Instead, she was welcomed into a top-tier aristocratic family! The family's green-tea fake heiress spread rumors about Elena Monroe being vulgar and incompetent--until her hidden identities were accidentally exposed! Genius prodigy? That was her. Top-tier miracle doctor? Also her. Master of the suona, inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, youngest gambling legend of Las Vegas… All her! The fake heiress got utterly humiliated, while her seven superstar brothers doted on her like crazy! Rumors spread that the hidden boss was still single—suitors lined up, trending on hot searches! "Elena, marry me! I'll give you all my assets!" "Elena, accept this 10-carat diamond ring--it' my heart for you!" "Elena…" Elena Monroe had no time to refuse. A certain man, burning with jealousy, pinned her down, his voice low and possessive: "Darling, it's time to drop the act!"

CEO Clara Bates transmigrates into a novel and becomes the cannon-fodder sister-in-law used as a foil for the male and female leads! The original owner was timid, bullied, and locked up in a psychiatric ward? With a new soul inside, Clara Bates starts wrecking everyone on the spot! First—split the family! Snatch everything from the mother-in-law and sister-in-law, driving the ungrateful wolves insane! Then she clings tight to her officer husband for backup and builds a booming career— At first the officer husband stays cool and unruffled—until Clara Bates decides money is all she wants and she doesn’t need a husband. He loses it completely, corners her, and demands, “Take both—me and your career, all right?”

Age Gap Romance/Arranged Marriage/Strong Heroine/Found Family/Revenge/Slow Burn Romance Nineteen-year-old Clarice Sullivan was forced by her scumbag father to marry Theodore Grant, a man of thirty-one. On their wedding night, Theodore, transformed into a ravenous wolf, left her utterly exhausted. "I thought you said you couldn't?" she muttered, rubbing her aching lower back. "Aren't men in their thirties supposed to know some restraint?" Theodore, irritated, pinned her down again. "Round two!" he growled. After marriage, Theodore switched into full protective-and-doting-husband mode. "Darling, my worthless father is trying to hit me again!" "Just wait," Theodore snapped, his temper flaring. He promptly dismantled the entire Sullivan family. "Darling, she drugged me—tried to hand me over to another man!" Clarice pointed accusingly at her wicked half-sister. Theodore's fury erupted. He slapped the woman hard across the face and ensured her reputation was ruined beyond repair. With Theodore's unwavering devotion backing her, Clarice repaid every slight and cruelty a thousandfold. When others criticized her for being spoiled, Theodore scoffed, "I'm the one who spoiled her—got a problem with that?"

Clara Monroe, the top agent of the 21st-century Special Operations Unit and the only quadruple-powered psychic, dies in action—only to wake up as the disgraced "useless fourth daughter" of a low-ranking noble family in a third-rate kingdom of a lesser realm. A worthless constitution? Try the legendary Demon Spirit Physique. Rare elixirs and divine artifacts? She's got them in spades, defying fate and soaring to the top. Her motto: "Those who obey thrive; those who defy perish." From trash to genius, her cultivation advances by leaps and bounds. With a pocket dimension at her command, the world is hers for the taking—celestial treasures, divine beasts, and monstrous horrors all bow before her. He is wicked, ruthless, and devastatingly alluring—yet hopelessly smitten with this ice-cold little wildcat. "Stay away. We're not close," she snaps, shooting him a glare laced with disdain.

Emily Warren had always been the invisible one in her family—unnoticed, uncared for, the forgotten presence in the background. Then, by some twist of fate, she found herself transmigrated into the body of the daughter of the most formidable Grand Marshal in the interstellar empire. But there was a catch—she was a child born out of a calculated scheme. Convinced she was doomed to be unwanted yet again, she braced herself for rejection. But slowly, she began to realize something was… off. Her father’s social feed gradually filled with nothing but her photos and videos. Her brothers seemed increasingly determined to keep her by their sides at all times. And sometimes, the men of the household even came to blows over who got to spend time with her! **Breaking News from the Military Department:** *"Remember our battle-crazed Commendor Warren? He’s at it again—flooding his feed with yet another post about his daughter!"* **Netizens of the Stellar Beast Empire:** *"Oh sure, flex your daughter and little sister all you want—but dare to let us pet her just once!"* **The Grand Marshal:** *"Get lost."* But the most shocking development came when the Emperor—who had never once posted online—suddenly shared a single photo. In his elegantly veined hands, he cradled a ragdoll kitten. The caption? Just two words. **The Emperor of the Stellar Beast Empire:** *"Mine."* And with that, the entire galactic network crashed…

Byron Southgate is reborn into a fantasy world's eternally flourishing immortal clan—both his parents are heaven-defying prodigies! With that already unbeatable background, Byron also awakens a daily-check-in system. Infuriating, right? Check in at the Ceremony Hall → obtain the supreme physique: "Heaven-Condemned Divine Body!" Check in at the Great Emperor's Secret Realm → obtain the apex technique: "God-Slaying Demon-Annihilating Fist!" Check in at Despair Valley → win the undying loyalty of an immortal dynasty! Check in at the Outer-Domain Battlefield → inherit the paramount legacy of a Celestial Emperor! … While countless young sovereigns kneel in homage, Byron strides step by step to supreme supremacy, ruling every realm under heaven. He points left to the sky, right to the earth: "Above the heavens, below the earth—only I am supreme!"

Antony Bason fished a female comrade out of the river, and within days, the two had a whirlwind marriage. The moment this news broke, everyone was in an uproar--how could he, the most unattainable jewel of their entire geological survey team, fall so easily?! "Saving someone backfired, huh? Now he's stuck with a shameless freeloader…" "Tsk, tsk. Rumor has it she's 'second-hand goods,' passed around by some village deadbeat. The Bason family must be mortified." "Hmph! Sure, Team Leader Bason's got the looks, but he's cold as ice and hard as stone. Never spared a glance for any pretty comrade before. Just wait--this marriage won't last a week!" "Exactly. That woman looks like she's never lifted a finger in her life—all delicate and useless. No way she's cut out for real life." … Until they witnessed the supposedly cold, unapproachable Team Leader Bason: Rushing home straight after work (no more overtime!). Turning his barren yard into a blooming garden. The kitchen perpetually wafting mouthwatering aromas. Taking his wife shopping in town every other week… The crowd: Face stinging. Hearts souring. Arya Harrison: Slapping faces hurts. Crushing scum drains energy. But flaunting love? Now that's effortless!

The King of Hell, Vivian Grant, sacrificed her own body to weave threads of souls into lamps. After exhausting her karmic merits, her soul transmigrates into the body of the fake rich daughter Vivian Grant, who had been driven out of her family. Faced with a dire starting point of poverty and ruin, Vivian Grant begins her live-streaming journey. With a pair of "Fate-Piercing Eyes," she can see through the past and foresee the future. Armed with a Judge's Pen: With one stroke, she determines life and death. With a second stroke, she decides right and wrong. Her predictions leave the viewers of her live-stream utterly terrified, calling them thrilling and addictive. From then on, "Master Grant" becomes a household name, with her divination skills highly sought after. Later, Vivian Grant's identity is exposed. The viewers: What the heck?! Master Grant is actually Vivian Grant, the infamous persona who was cyberbullied out of the entertainment industry?! For a while, the entire city of H was in uproar. Meanwhile, the real rich daughter of the Grant family, along with her three brothers, becomes restless. Ashton Grant: Hmph, a cult fraud! Vivian Grant: You caused someone's death. Miles Grant: No matter what you do, you'll never compare to my dear Claire.! Vivian Grant: You plagiarized, copied others' work, abused cats, and killed dogs. Alexander Grant: It's all just attention-grabbing nonsense. Vivian Grant: And you hired hitmen to commit murder. Agatha Grant: Vivian, you've become so unfamiliar. Vivian Grant: You bully and spread false rumors about others, ruining their lives. The following day, major media outlets widely reported: A genius neurosurgeon, known for snatching lives from the grasp of death, ends up causing the death of two patients and threatening their families. A renowned novelist plagiarizes and steals, destroying the original author. A top idol hires a hitman for attempted murder. A frontline celebrity reveals their two-faced nature—on the surface, engaging in charity work, but behind the scenes, spreading gossip, bullying, and committing outrageous acts beyond redemption. Later, a certain film emperor cornered Vivian Grant: "Master Grant, why not read my fortune and tell me who my true love is?"

【Showbiz + Mind-Reading + Gossip-Craving + Unhinged Chaos】 Celeste Beddington transmigrated into a third-rate entertainment-novel extra—a washed-up starlet and the fake-heiress foil to the real-deal heroine Her scripted fate: keep stirring trouble until the heroine ships her off to a foreign black market and she dies miserably. Gossip System: 【Host, just quietly eat melons and rack up “explosive points” to rewrite your ending!】 Celeste Beddington sneers: Pass. Die now, die later—same difference. I’m going full rabid and taking everyone with me. At the family recognition banquet, green-tea fake sister Roslyn Beddington floats over with a tearful apology—Celeste Beddington boots her straight into the koi pond. 【Still pretending to be some pure little fairy? Wasn't you who slipped Dad's room key to that wannabe idol?】 CEO Dad: “!” When the A-list heartthrob her original self adored shows up, Celeste Beddington greets him with a face-shattering slap. 【Thought you could shortcut twenty years by climbing into Mom's bed? Dream on.】 Award-winning Mom: “!!” 【Tsk, talked Big Bro into a scam project—when it imploded he lost billions. One co-investor went bankrupt, tracked him down, and hacked him to death. Investment prodigy snuffed just like that—shame.】 Investment-genius Big Bro: “!!!” 【Sigh, the rest of the brothers don’t fare any better!】 Whole family: Which part is bad—spit it out! On variety shows Celeste Beddington stays reliably unhinged. Netizens start out hating her harder—until through her they catch: America’s Sweetheart popping squat in the wild… The ripped action hero twerking in lacy lingerie… Comments: Can’t stop watching! More! Daily dose please! While she snacks on melons and wreaks havoc, all five brothers’ personas collapse—and they start spoiling her rotten… Even the final boss villain keeps looking at her like she's cracked reality itself…

Pediatrician Clara Whitman accidentally time-slips to the late seventies. The moment she opens her eyes, she discovers she's been sold at a high price by her heartless uncle's family to be the wife of a village idiot. Meanwhile, their own daughter—Lila Whitman—has stolen her marriage certificate and is living the good life as the bride of a powerful military dynasty. Reborn with full memory of the plot, Clara Whitman tears up the script—she's done playing along! A handful of croton seeds later, her uncle's household is writhing on the latrine; she bolts from the village and heads straight for Beijing to reclaim the engagement herself. But nothing goes as planned: the groom-to-be rejects her on the spot. In a twist of fate she ends up marrying the man's elder brother—nine years her senior, the unattainable "high-altitude flower" William Hayes. Legend says Colonel Hayes has no interest in women and is doomed to leave no heir; yet every night Clara Whitman is coaxed until she sobs and begs for mercy, and after the wedding every pregnancy comes in multiples. When the man seduces her again with "just one more time," Clara Whitman wants to cry: Who said he didn't like women? Total lie! William Hayes, the youngest and most brilliant officer in the regiment, is steady, handsome, his future limitless. Rumor claims he cares for no woman, having pledged his youth to the nation—breaking countless girls' hearts. Then one day word spreads: the colonel has taken leave to honor a seventeen-year-old engagement and married a country girl. Everyone laments: that bumpkin is wasting Chief Hayes! Until the day the cold-faced "King of Hell" William Hayes walks in with a stunning, dewy-eyed lady doctor on his arm—and the room falls silent. "That's no bumpkin!" the crowd gasps. "She's a straight-up goddess!"

"Fuck, Ada…” “Brad...oh, fuck... deeper... harder!” Ada’s shrill voice begged between breathy moans. The banging of the headboard against the wall intensified as Ann froze. No... it couldn’t be! Ann took a deep breath and nudged the door a little more. Her chest felt like it would explode as she held her breath whilst the crack widened. When it revealed her sister lying underneath her husband-to-be, her hands flew to her mouth to stifle the gasp of horror as her heart shattered instantly. As Brad roared his release inside her sister, Ada turned her head towards the door with a smirk. An icy chill descended over Ann as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over her and she stood and stared, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open in disbelief. Ada lifted her hand and waved in Ada’s direction with a smug smile plastered on her face as Brad collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck tenderly. Is there anything you can do if your mate had sex with your sister?

She stormed into the presidential suite to call off their engagement—only to barge into a stranger's room by mistake. Planning to slip away unseen, she was stunned when, the very next morning, the capital's golden heir showed up at her door: "Miss, you really thought you could run off after spending the night with me?" She shot back, "Sorry, you've got the wrong woman." He slapped a tablet down on the desk. "Need a replay of just how…enthusiastic you were?"

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.

Cutting ties, I emptied the whole family's assets and snatched the jade ring from the scumbag: "Want to marry rich, stepsis? Go be a breeding machine for that loser instead!" Rumors spread like wildfire that the poor officer was infertile? One night, he hoarsely whispered between kisses, "Darling, let's have a little sister for our boys." Shocked, she asked, "You can have kids?"—only to end up begging for mercy every night. Soon, the officer's wife gave birth to multiples, shocking the entire compound: "I thought he was sterile? This fertility level could blow up your ancestors' graves!" Years later, she became a business tycoon, cherished like the apple of his eye, While her stepsister survived on scraps, wailing, "I should've been the step-mom back then!"

The moment she opened her eyes, Natalie Rowan found herself transported from the apocalyptic world where humanity had perished straight into the 1960s. Though it was an era of scarcity—where hunger gnawed and warmth was a luxury—she no longer felt alone. Her wood-element powers and spiritual spring space had followed her through time, leaving her absolutely thrilled. Her stepmother schemed, her stepsister was vicious—breaking the original host's leg and signing her up for rural labor—all to steal her narcissistic, arrogant fiancé? Natalie smirked coldly. Rural labor? Fine, they'd all go together. She'd make sure her step-siblings were shipped off to the harsh Northwest. A broken leg? With her wood-element abilities, she healed it in minutes, then emptied the family home of every last valuable, leaving her scoundrel father and stepmother howling in rage. Breaking off the engagement? Perfect. She'd trade the marriage for a hefty payout, ditch the self-absorbed jerk, and call it a win. After turning the household upside down, she packed up the last of their valuables—even the cast-iron pots—and headed to the countryside with flair. While others struggled, she feasted. While others suffered, she thrived. Riding the wave of the times straight to the top, she discovered her two brothers vying to spoil her—turns out, she was the long-lost heiress. And then there was that stoic military officer, relentlessly pursuing her—tall, devastatingly handsome, handing over his salary, doing all the housework, utterly smitten. Natalie: "Fine, let's give love a try." But then her arrogant ex-fiancé came crawling back, begging through tears: "Don't call off the engagement, please—I'll be your loyal lapdog." Natalie: "Tch. Not interested."

Roselyn White transmigrated into the real daughter who'd just been found in the seventies? She's about to be married off to a comatose officer in place of her stepsister—just to bring him luck! Her scumbag dad's cheating, her stepmom rules the house, and her stepsister stole her entire life? She says “I do” without blinking—empties Dad's wallet, nabs Sis's spatial treasure, and walks into her in-laws' house only to be doted on like a team pet. She uncovers how her birth mother really died and slaps the whole rotten family into line. Oh, and she casually wakes her vegetable husband— Planning to divorce and dash once he's conscious, she instead finds herself pinned to the wall in a scorching kiss: “You kissed me, hugged me while I was out. Now that I'm awake, don't even think about running.”

Fade Chen, a mysterious young man from Tianwu Mountain, started his adventure in urban city. He was a master of martial arts, and a doctor of excellent medical knowledge. He was doomed to be successful.

If he could do it all again—what kind of life could he actually build? Last time, when the mountain was locked in deep snow, his wife and daughter swallowed poison dumplings and died. Jonathan Drake was eaten alive regret. This time he swears nothing like that will ever happen again. He digs fleece-flower roots, traps badgers, ice-fishes the great black pike—won't even let a blind bear slip by. From the gambler everyone spat on to the richest man in the backwoods. Jonathan Drake has his arm around his woman, his little girl on his lap. Life's damn good.

Chu Qingge, the silly Ninth Princess, was strangled to death by her newly-married husband Feng Liye, the mighty God of War. But another wonderful soul took over her body and she came back to life. When she woke up to see a woman wooing her husband, she sneered, "You almost strangled me to death on the wedding night just for someone like this? You have really bad taste!" With a cold face, Feng Liye ignored her, but subconsciously he felt that this Ninth Princess seemed not to be whom she used to be and even had a powerful aura. Unexpectedly, the emperor requested the couple to go to the border area, defending the country against the enemy... Let's see how she rose to become the most attractive young commander on the battlefield and the treasure in her husband's palm!