"No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours." Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door. For four years, she had been Sebastian Hale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation. But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding. To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha. So Eira stopped crying. She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega. He was wrong. The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community. And Sebastian knew nothing. After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed. Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing. He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance. But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house. She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her. In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly, "Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega." "She is my Luna."

Serena Ashford, the old ancestor of metaphysics, perished during her tribulation transcendence. Reborn in an instant, she found herself transmigrated into the body of the recently recovered short-lived true daughter of the Ashford family in 1960s Beijing. The original owner had wandered outside since childhood. After returning home, not only did she possess severed meridians that cut off all vitality, but she was also secretly plotted against by her hypocritical stepmother and the fake daughter who had occupied her nest—scheming to drain her fortune dry before selling her off to the Great Northwest, letting her die a stranger in foreign lands and vanish completely. Serena Ashford's eyes turned cold with a mocking smile. Want to steal her luck? She'd directly shatter their protective blessings and illusory opportunities! Want to send her to the Northwest to die? Fine—but she'd empty out the entire Ashford family first! After settling all grievances, Serena Ashford sat amidst a space full of rare supplies, boarding the train heading for the Great Northwest with swagger. She never expected that on that very train, she'd encounter a hot-blooded young man? Serena Ashford's eyes suddenly lit up: This man—she would have him!

Six years ago, she was framed by her stepmother and lost her innocence to a mysterious man she'd never met, forcing her to flee to a foreign land. Six years later, she returned with a pair of twins, only to run headfirst into a cold and arrogant CEO.

In her previous life, Luna Ashford had poor judgment, mistook her savior for someone else, abandoned a bright future for so-called love, and plunged headfirst into a hellish marriage. For over a decade of married life, she toiled at work while carefully tending to her paralyzed mother-in-law, quietly cleaning up the messes left by her sisters-in-law, and enduring years of domestic violence from her father-in-law. She exhausted her youth, wore herself out physically and mentally, and was finally diagnosed with terminal breast cancer. Yet in her dying moments, she watched with her own eyes as her husband embraced his first love and coldly berated her: "You've been an officer's wife for half your life. It's time you stepped aside." Filled with despair, Luna coughed up a mouthful of poisonous blood, and with overwhelming hatred, perished together with that scumbag's entire family. Reborn in an instant, she returned to her wedding day at age twenty-two. At the ceremony, her scumbag husband abandoned her publicly to rush to his first love, leaving her utterly humiliated. This time, Luna was completely clear-headed. She decisively canceled the engagement and severed the toxic bond! Awakened to her spiritual plant space, she wielded heaven-defying medical skills, saving lives and redeeming herself. By chance, she rescued a military division commander. With her exceptional medical skills, she was recommended for enlistment and became an honorable military physician. From then on, her career soared. Her medical expertise advanced, she repeatedly distinguished herself, earning the respect of soldiers throughout the army and countless honors. She was even exceptionally selected for the military's scientific research team, dedicating herself to study and serving her country. Meanwhile, her ex-husband, without her silent support and full assistance, completely lost his path to promotion and his life plummeted. On the day Luna was about to marry the division commander and reach the pinnacle of her life, her fallen ex-husband knelt before her in public, weeping and repenting: "Luna, I was wrong. Please come back. I'll definitely live properly with you!" Luna looked straight ahead without a glance, turned and got into her car ："I belong only to you in this lifetime!" All the grievances of her previous life wiped clean, this life complete with both career and love—a healer's benevolent heart, and also receiving sincere devotion.

To ditch her cheating fiancé, Vivian Hartley disguises herself as ugly and ends up provoking her fiancé’s little uncle. One reckless night, Vivian tosses two hundred yuan on the nightstand, tosses off a cool “Service was decent,” and tries to walk away only to be yanked back into the man’s arms. “Isn’t it your turn to serve me now?” Quentin Blackwell is the name that makes Beijing tremble untouchable, unreachable. Rumor has it someone saw him pinning a woman to a wall and kissing her senseless. Everyone else shook their heads: impossible. Who could ever catch Master Blackwell's eye? Then came whispers that the woman might be Vivian. The crowd scoffed louder: even more impossible. The great beauty couldn't turn his head why would he look twice at an ugly duckling? Until someone spotted the aloof tycoon kneeling on one knee to slip a shoe onto Vivian's foot, coaxing her for just one kiss. The scum ex-fiancé finally sees her true face and begs forgiveness only to be kicked out the door by the man himself, followed by a marriage certificate flung in his face. “Call her Aunt.”

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

Three-and-a-half-year-old little immortal treasure Rosie was kicked down the mountain by her unreliable master: "Master is going to chase a little nun, you go down the mountain and find your biological mother to live with!" Rosie obediently went down the mountain and immediately ran into her wealthy biological mother being ruthlessly gaslit by her scumbag father! The sweet little cotton-padded jacket her mother had raised with painstaking effort for three years wasn't her child at all, but the illegitimate daughter of the scumbag father and his green tea mistress! Watching everyone kept in the dark, Rosie tilted her chubby little face and exposed the truth on the spot: "Mommy! The little sister you raised was secretly born by Daddy and the bad auntie, she's not your baby!" One sentence directly overturned the wealthy family's false mask! Demolition max level! The scumbag father flew into a rage from humiliation, forcing the biological mother to leave with nothing and get out empty-handed. Tiny Rosie puffed out her little chest, fiercely protecting her mom: "Bad people don't bully Mommy! Rosie can catch ghosts, can draw talismans, from now on I'll support Mommy!" Before the little cute baby could show her skills, four sister-doting crazy uncles arrived at the doorstep by helicopter! All big shots crushing them, the scumbag father and green tea were ruthlessly slapped in the face, completely overturned! On the first day following her uncles back to the wealthy family, Rosie was directly stunned. Throughout the huge mansion, shadows of wandering spirits floated everywhere! She saw through the truth at a glance: the family's fortune had been secretly stolen, and four super handsome uncles were about to encounter catastrophic disaster! Rosie gripped her little peach wood sword, childish yet domineering: "Uncles don't panic! Watch me summon heavenly thunder to blast these bad things!" Big uncle's corporation on the verge of bankruptcy? Rosie casually threw out a wealth-attracting talisman, directly defying fate and helping uncle ascend to business emperor! Second uncle's acting career being blackened, reputation collapsing across the internet? Rosie joined a variety show, live-stream fortune-telling exploding in popularity across the web, helping uncle wash white and become a god! Third uncle the detective encountering assassination on a case, life in danger? Rosie shouldered her little peach wood sword, full of confidence: "It's fine, Rosie will go to the underworld and snatch uncle's soul back!" One rainy night, Rosie conveniently picked up a badly injured, cold-eyed little boy. Who knew it would directly unlock a heaven-defying hidden buff! He was the only one who could bear all heavenly punishment for her and protect her whole life! Purple heavenly thunder fell across the sky, the little teenager desperately shielded Rosie in his arms, voice hoarse yet firm: "Rosie don't be afraid, with me here, heavenly punishment can't harm you in the slightest."

"Let me be clear—I don't need a wife. I need a partner. The sooner you accept that, the better." That was the first thing Darius Thorne, the Lycan King, said to Aurora when she stepped off the plane—bruised, betrayed, and freshly escaped from a marriage built on lies. Aurora had spent three years as the Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack, secretly funneling her family's resources, connections, and thirty million dollars to help her twin mates rise to power. She loved them. She trusted them. And in return, they chose a woman who had been in the pack for exactly one month—over her. They didn't know Aurora was the sole heir to the most powerful wolf pack on the continent. They didn't need to. Because she wanted to prove that love could exist without a price tag. She was wrong. Now, standing before a man who openly mocked the concept of fated mates, Aurora made him an offer: "Contract marriage. We define our rights, our obligations, and most importantly—we agree never to fall in love with each other." Darius raised an eyebrow. "That won't be a problem." But then came the lingering touches. The way his hand burned against her skin when he steadied her. The possessive edge in his voice when other Alphas looked her way. And his most infuriating argument of all: "I believe physical intimacy strengthens a contract. Think of it as... team building." "That's the worst excuse I've ever heard." "And yet your heart rate just doubled." Meanwhile, the twins finally discovered what they had lost—not just a Luna, but the invisible hand that had built their entire empire. Contracts collapsed. Allies vanished. The pack's ranking plummeted overnight. "Aurora, come back. We need you." "Funny. You didn't need me when you were choking me against the floor." They wanted their obedient, powerless Omega back. What they got was the future Queen of all Lycans—a woman who had never been powerless at all.

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.

Ye Fengwan had traveled through time, and there were only two places in this foreign world that she was not used to. First of all, she had to kneel when she saw the noble. Her knees hurt so much. This was easy to deal with. At most, he could help the villain do evil, collude with the wolf, and go to the imperial road with others, and everyone would kneel down to lick the embroidered shoes. As for the second one... she was really funny! "Your Highness, can you put on your clothes and have a good chat?" A woman wanted to cry but had no tears, looking sideways at the naked king on the couch. "My beloved imperial concubine, don't you like it the most when I don't wear clothes? Hurry up, don't be so polite. I'm at your disposal now." A prince's lips curled into a smile. "Your Royal Highness, I really don't..." "My dear concubine, let's do it again..." A girl wanted to cry but had no tears. She secretly roared, "Kneel down and beg for help. There is a husband who suspects that he is stronger than me every day and even takes off all his clothes every day so that you can try to find the memory of the first night again. Is it necessary to be swollen?" (The original title of the book: special agent Crazy Concubine: Evil King, pet on the pillow)

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?!”

Cultivation powerhouse Zara Kingsley crossed into the 1970s with a pocket dimension stuffed with a billion units of supplies. The moment she opened her eyes, she’d become the unlucky punching bag of adoptive parents and a scheming stepsister. The stepsister wanted to snatch her job and exile her to the countryside? Zara Kingsley emptied the girl’s entire house in one swipe and signed her up for the Great Northwest—go eat dirt and open up wasteland! The adoptive parents embezzled her birth parents’ pension and planned to sell her little siblings for cash? One anonymous letter to the authorities sent the pair of parasites straight to the firing squad—blood for blood. The reborn heroine, armed with foreknowledge, tried to steal her jade pendant dimension and her fiancé, dreaming of replacing her and soaring to the top? Zara Kingsley laughed coldly, seized the spatial treasure for herself, and monopolized every fortuitous encounter. As for that trash fiancé—he’s all yours; whoever wants him can have the bad luck. From then on, Zara Kingsley let herself go completely, hell-bent on being as unscrupulous as possible, sprinting down the road of face-slapping and sweet revenge. Then came the day she was sent down to the countryside—and the rumored sterile, ice-faced big shot Henson Lancaster set his sights on her. One was aiveness-obsessed cultivation madwoman; the other, a ruthless, black-bellied military titan. They clicked at first sight, marched to the registry, and got their marriage certificates. Husband and wife, perfectly matched—trash-bashing without breaking a sweat! You be my crazy wife, I’ll be your crazy husband; two apex predators joining forces—whoever blocks the way gets flattened. The reborn heroine was dumbstruck: the fiancé she stole turned out to be useless, the opportunities she coveted were all hijacked, and the cannon-fodder Zara Kingsley—supposed to die early—had instead become the nation’s darling. She reclaimed her birth parents, cleared their names, and, together with Henson Lancaster, amassed an untold fortune. Multiple buns in one pregnancy, living life in full swagger.

Darren was an adopted child, his father went missing one year ago, and his mother got cancer at the same time, the young Darren had to support family right after his graduation. In order to cure mother’s cancer, Darren even agreed to be the slave husband of the powerful Tang family. But the surgery fee for mother was too high and Darren couldn’t afford it, he had to ask around for money from relatives and even ex-girlfriend. However, he got nothing but humiliation and ruthlessly beaten, right when he was bleeding and about to lose his consciousness on the floor, a blue light falling from the sky and Darren was offered a deal by God, that he could have everything he wanted in his life, including his mom’s life, his love and above all, his dignity, only if...

Apocalypse slacker Iris Sterling wakes up in the seventies with a spatial pocket and superpowers, transmigrated into the body of a push-over little sent-down youth. Before anyone can ship her to the countryside, she first dismantles her plastic bestie—ruining the girl so thoroughly she’ll never crawl back up—then flips her coveted city job for a sky-high price, cramming her space to the rafters with supplies. Only after every loose end is knotted does she saunter off to the village. She plans to keep lounging as Justin Anderson’s carefree salted fish, but trouble keeps knocking. Good thing she’s decisive and lethal; with her space and powers, even chaos folds like paper. Then she locks eyes with army officer Russell Sinclair—sparks fly, hearts click, and they move in together without a second of hesitation. If they like it, they claim it; seize the day, no dawdling. Life in the military compound is warm and steady. Beneath the undercurrents, Iris Sterling stays the unmoving anchor: one hand raising kids and running the household through her space, the other shielding her husband and home with her powers, turning the seventies into sweet, rock-solid days.

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find a drop-dead gorgeous man with eight-pack abs unbuttoning his pants right in front of her! Only then did she realize she’d transmigrated into a period drama novel as the tragic ex-wife of the male lead. According to the plot, she would soon divorce her disabled husband out of disgust, then spend the rest of her life as the pitiful foil to the transmigrated heroine who would bear the male lead five loving children. Serena Whitmore smiled: The pocket dimension is mine, the male lead is mine, and the storyline is mine too! The transmigrated heroine plans to heal the male lead with a spirit spring? One flick of Serena’s silver needles: “Sterility? Two jabs and it’s cured!” Need cash after the house raid? The space gives tenfold returns—pauper to ten-thousand-yuan household in seconds. No grain for the countryside? She buys up the black market, tenfold returns again, and the whole village dines on canned food. Drought with no water? She drains West Lake in one turn, then irrigates ten thousand mu with spirit spring water. When the transmigrated heroine finally counts down to the day of returning to the city, she finds the husband who should have been divorced gently cradling Serena Whitmore’s waist, his gaze tender: “Take it slow—our little one’s kicking again?” And that spirit-spring pocket dimension she’d marked out so early? It’s long since become Serena Whitmore’s personal warehouse. Nestled in the man’s arms, Serena Whitmore flashes the heroine a lazy smile: “Sorry, darling—” “I rewrote your script.”

Iris Ashford, the strongest warrior who fought through the apocalypse for ten bloody years, transmigrates back to 1973—a time of crippling scarcity—and becomes the true daughter the Ashford family finally found. She thought her suffering was over, that stability awaited. Instead, she discovers she's merely a cannon-fodder side character destined for a miserable death in some era novel! Her previous life's script was absolute garbage! Her scumbag fiancé Nathan Holloway pines for the white lotus foster daughter, storms in to provoke her at will, and tries to steal her life-bound pearl. Iris Ashford, now awakened with spatial abilities and powers, doesn't indulge him for a second. She kicks him down on the spot and declares with domineering flair: "Scumbags and bitches—none of you are worth a damn!" They think forcing a broken engagement will control her? She agrees without hesitation: "Whoever doesn't break it off is a dog!" Then she empties his family's assets clean, leaves the Holloway household with nothing but bare walls—striking first and striking hard, pure satisfaction! More shocking—the Ashford family's pampered fake daughter is actually reborn. Armed with memories from her past life, she schemes to steal Iris's golden finger and climb over the Ashford family to become richest tycoon. Foreseeing catastrophe for her entire family, Iris Ashford defies fate itself and reverses every tragedy: Solves her parents' political exile crisis. Heals her damaged eldest brother. Protects her nephew from his ill-fated path. Rewrites her sister's brutal death. With Divine Farmer Space and billions in supplies at hand, she decisively relocates her whole family to the countryside for safety. There, using apocalypse-honed skills and modern knowledge alike—treating illnesses, reclaiming wasteland, building wealth—she leads her family from ruin to riches. Every ghost and demon who dares provoke them gets crushed mercilessly; face-slapping comes without mercy. Only that man who initially doubted her gradually loses his heart to her. Declan Hartwell—the most coldly ascetic officer of A-Division 303 Regiment. Poison-tongued. Untouchable. Feared by all. First meeting: amusement flickers in his eyes. Interesting. Second meeting: something stirs. After several encounters: completely undone. Before marriage—proudly aloof, keep your distance. After marriage—instantly transforms into a clingy loyal dog! Kicked out of bed by his wife once? He hugs his pillow pitifully at the door: "Wife... don't make me sleep in the study... I want to sleep with you." [Strongest Apocalypse Queen vs True-Scent Ascetic Officer—mutual pursuit that only gets more addictive!]

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."

Upon obtaining the Chaos treasure, one could cultivate the Nine Dragons One. Cutting the sun, moon, and stars, and killing the demons in the ages. As soon as Lu Chen made his move, all the gods and ghosts in the world were shocked. The drunken phoenix beauty smiled, and the 3,000 Great Ways crossed all living things.

Evelyn Carter, who had been exiled for years, was suddenly summoned back by the powerful Carter family. Expecting just another cliché arranged marriage ploy, she never imagined crossing paths with Elijah Lewis—a dangerously composed man who peeled back her secrets like he’d written them himself. Every identity she’d buried deep was laid bare in seconds. She was shaken—and furious. And she swore she’d take him down, no matter the cost. “Mr. Lewis, your wife jumped into the river again!” “Relax,” Elijah said coolly, not even glancing up. “She could qualify for the national freediving team.” “Mr. Lewis, your wife bought a bunch of failing companies!” “She has good instincts,” he replied, eyes fixed on the reports. “Those were on my acquisition list anyway.” “Mr. Lewis, your wife wants a divor—” Divorce? A cold smile ghosted across Elijah’s lips as he closed his laptop and headed home, storming into the house like a gathering storm. He moved with purpose, each step echoing with restrained fury. Within minutes, he was in their bedroom, dark eyes locked on the woman standing by the window like a queen preparing for war. “Mrs. Lewis,” he said, voice low and menacing. “I heard you want a divorce?” Evelyn turned slowly, arms crossed, gaze unwavering. “Back off, Elijah. The only way out of this marriage is over my dead body.” He stepped forward, closing the distance like a panther stalking its prey. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t intend to let you go. Ever.”

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."