For fifteen years, Talia has been the pack's ugliest secret—locked in a storage room, fed scraps, beaten, never once called by name. Then the bonding stone lights up. For her. And it reveals the impossible: she has been bonded to Alpha Kaelen Frost for two years. A ceremony neither remembers. A bond the Moon Goddess refuses to break. He's the coldest, deadliest Alpha in the north. She's the bride nobody wanted. He won't look at her. She won't beg. But Talia is done counting bruises. The plain, weak girl they married off is not who she really is—and she's coming back for every debt, slap for slap, year for year. Forced into a marriage neither asked for, can two strangers learn to trust the bond that chose them both… before her past catches up?

"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."

Ever since his father's passing five years ago, Abbott had been appointed as a squad leader in a desolate prison. Little did others know that this seemingly ordinary facility was actually a high-security prison housing the most notorious villains. Responsible for supervising and preventing the escape of these dangerous inmates, Abbott's role was far from ordinary. Unfortunately, his fiancée, unaware of the true nature of the prison, believed it to be just like any other. Failing to see Abbott's potential and future prospects, she called off their marriage. Little did she realize that Abbott possessed incredible power, earning him the title of the supreme God of War!

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.”

“Want it?” Lionel Shaw watched the flushed woman who had just thrown herself into his arms, voice lazy and low Rosalie Winters’s illness flared; she clenched her teeth and nodded A year into marriage, her husband Jasper Fletcher had never once touched her The deprivation bred hysteria—whenever it struck, she became insatiable The night she caught her husband secretly kissing a photo of her sister, she realized she’d been nothing but a stand-in The attack worsened; she fled to the hospital and ran into a young, gorgeous doctor She almost lost control on the spot—and nearly devoured him… Only to walk into work next morning and discover yesterday’s “intimate examiner” was the new CEO parachuted in from above Rosalie Winters planned to pretend they were strangers—only to be promoted straight onto the new president’s lap as his personal assistant. “Mr. President, I’m married. Planning to play homewrecker?” Inside the office he forced her astride his lap; her face burned crimson He bit her waist and kissed her: “Baby, forgot how you moaned ‘husband’ all night long?” Later Rosalie Winters remarried without looking back Her ex came crawling, eyes blood-shot: “Ranran, let’s start over! I’ll do anything—just don’t divorce me!” Rosalie Winters answered coldly: “Sorry, I’m not into eunuchs.”

Stella Avery, the only daughter of the richest man on the planet, had just picked up her limited-edition supercar when, while rubber-necking from a bridge, the crowd collapsed the iron span—and she plunged straight into a melodramatic period novel. She woke up as the capitalist heiress of Harbor City in the book: the original owner was arrogant and vicious, always at odds with the heroine, and ended up dying a miserable death. Armed with the plot, Stella Avery sneered: whoever wants to be cannon fodder can be; she only wants to make money and torment scum—she won’t wrong herself for anyone. Her stepmother plots to send her to the countryside? She plays along, then flips the script and ships the whole step-family to the barren northwest to eat dirt. Her stepsister wants to steal her opportunities and marry her off to a deadbeat? Stella slips her a fertility potion and lets the girl reap what she sowed. A mountain of ancestral assets at home? She opens her massive harbor-space and empties the place—down to the one hair for the parasites. Once the mess is cleaned up, she rolls her bedding and heads to the countryside overnight—only to run straight into her childhood betrothed: Chandler Hawthorne. The man has sword-sharp brows, star-bright eyes, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Already a regimental commander at a young age, he hands over his salary and does all the housework—utter perfection. Stella slaps the table on the spot: this marriage, I’m taking it! After a lightning wedding and moving to the army base, she lands an official post; her surgical genius slips out and she becomes the revered “saintly hand.” Pregnancy after pregnancy follows, and she’s pampered by her husband and every bigwig in sight—life is pure bliss.

In her previous life, the true daughter of a prestigious compound family, Serena Langford, had her lifelong fortune stolen by a hypocritical foster sister. She suffered a brutal betrayal at the hands of her fiancé and foster sister, who conspired to have her kidneys and heart harvested while she lay conscious on a cold operating table, dying in agony. In her final moments, consumed by hatred, she poisoned the scumbag man, the vile woman, and their child—dragging all her enemies down to hell with her! Reborn in an instant, she returned to the very beginning of her tragedy. This time around, Serena Langford was ruthless and vindictive—a specialist in dealing with all manner of despicable villains! Her hypocritical foster sister put on an innocent act to scheme against her? She exposed that ugly facade on the spot, driving the foster sister to ruin and disgrace—paying back every cruelty tenfold! Her biased grandmother mistreated her and threatened to marry her off to some old bachelor? She struck back immediately—shipping that malicious old hag straight to a psychiatric ward! Her cruel scumbag father and vicious stepmother had swapped out and trafficked away her biological brother from their mother's side, stealing everything from her? She reported them without hesitation—sending that black-hearted couple straight to prison! Her indifferent second brother spewed venomous words while his wife aided his tyranny? She reported them one by one—stripping them of dignity until their families were destroyed and thoroughly reformed! Everyone who wronged or harmed her—she left none behind, settling accounts layer by layer without mercy! After crushing every despicable soul in sight, Serena Langford unlocked a portable spiritual spring space. Ruthlessly emptying out every asset from that wretched family home and sweeping away all wealth left by her birth mother—she left those cold-hearted relatives nothing but bare walls! Watching their hollowed-out home with police arriving at the door for arrests—the scumbag father collapsed from rage, vomiting blood in regretful tears—but it was far too late. Cutting off all toxic family ties completely clean,Serena Langford resolutely went down to the countryside traveling thousands of miles rescue trapped birth mother grandfather. Impoverished remote area lacking supplies? With spatial abilities business acumen she worried about nothing! Developing side businesses expanding sales channels leading village prosperity helping entire community escape poverty eat meat living thriving life. Through own efforts secured foreign exchange orders awarded National Outstanding Advanced Youth Model Worker title glorious achievements stunning entire county! Along road counterattack encountered mysterious base top commander Adrian Harrington. Scumbag who wronged previous life finally awakened begging pathetically reconciliation still delusionally wanting entangle! Adrian Harrington protectively shielded wife coldly rebuked: "Scram, this is my wife!"

Frost Lawson opened her eyes and found herself transplanted into a period drama as the cannon-fodder ex-wife destined for a miserable end. On their wedding night, her husband abandoned her to “comfort” his widowed sister-in-law. Frost Lawson flipped the table on the spot, summoned the whole village to watch, tore the scumbag to shreds, and beat the white-lotus widow black and blue. They wanted to embezzle her father’s pension and seize his house? She took every last coin of their funeral savings too. They planned to trade her father’s military honors for promotions? Dream on—she stripped the man of every rank and ruined his future. Gossip claimed no one would want her after a divorce? She turned around and force-married the disgraced capitalist heir currently undergoing re-education—Lincoln York. From then on, their lives flipped upside-down. The scumbag and the widow went hungry; she and Lincoln York ate meat at every meal. The scumbag huddled in a drafty, leaking shack; she lived in a grand three-story villa. The scumbag, green with regret, knelt at her door begging to remarry. Lincoln York shielded her pregnant belly, voice icy yet possessive: “Darling, don’t look at him—he’ll dirty our baby’s eyes.” Before marriage, Lincoln York had loftily declared: I’ll never marry into a family, and certainly not a village girl. After marriage, the once-proud young master carried a washboard and pleaded pitifully: “Darling, please don’t make me sleep in the study tonight—I want to share your bed…”

Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack—to become Sebastian Simons’ seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone’s thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian’s. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim—or the only one who can break the curse?

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.

Transported to the vast and treacherous Nine Abyss Continent—a world where strength reigns supreme and prodigies rise like stars—Alex Clutterbuck found himself the unlikely master of the most overlooked peak in the Supreme Profound Sect: Cangling Peak. Just as he resigned himself to a life of mediocrity, the **Ultimate Peak Master System** awakened! From that moment on, growing stronger was as simple as taking in disciples—even lazing around made him invincible! **[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on successful check-in. Reward: Saint Realm cultivation!]** **[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for slaying the Chosen One. Reward: One Supreme Emperor’s Weapon!]** As his disciples trained relentlessly, pushing themselves to the brink in ruthless competition, Alex Clutterbuck merely lounged in the bamboo grove, sipping tea and basking in the sun—while his cultivation soared effortlessly. With a contented nod, he sighed, "Ah, the slacker life... truly sublime." Years later, when the Dark Abyss opened and the entire Nine Abyss Continent teetered on the edge of annihilation, despair gripped the world. Then, from the quiet heights of Cangling Peak, the seemingly "unremarkable" master slowly opened his eyes— "Such a ruckus from you juniors. Don’t you know better than to disturb my afternoon nap?"

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.

【Military Marriage + 1970s Era + True and False Heiresses + Marriage Before Love + Adorable Baby + Group Adoration】 Livia Forsythe accidentally transmigrated into the body of the true heiress from the 1970s—overweight, unattractive, and utterly despised. On the very day she arrived, she was forced into a marriage certificate, and her new husband made no effort to hide his disgust. "I could never love you," he declared coldly. But Livia was never one to wallow in self-pity. If this was her fate, she’d make the best of it. No drama, no schemes—just a quiet determination to turn her life around. She shed the extra weight, transformed her appearance, and built a career from scratch. She silenced the naysayers and, little by little, melted her husband’s icy heart. Once the most disliked military wife in the compound, she soon became the darling of the entire base. Even her husband’s gaze grew warmer, more possessive. Teasingly, she reminded him, "Commander, didn’t you want a divorce to chase after your ‘white moonlight’? Go ahead. I won’t stop you." But the man closed the distance between them, his voice low and rough. "Sweetheart, our child needs a father." "There is no ‘white moonlight.’ You’re the only one I’ve ever loved."

Top-tier medical saint Serena Caldwell transmigrates into a 1960s doormat? Mother-in-law wants to sell the kids, father-in-law wants to cut off food, husband missing—neither dead nor alive? Serena Caldwell sneers: Silver needles pierce acupoints, fists smash scumbags! Sever ties, split the family, empty the warehouse—then flip and take down human traffickers! While others gnaw on tree bark during the famine years, she brings five kids to feast on meat— Eldest: divine strategist; Second: born with godlike strength; Third: speaks beast language; Fourth: clairaudient; Fifth: blessed by koi fortune. Serena Caldwell hoists her medicine chest: "Brats, let's go! Find that deadbeat dad of yours!" Healing the sick, beating villains all along the way—crashing straight into an iron-blooded military zone— Turns out the deadbeat dad isn't just alive—he's the youngest war-god commander?! Serena Caldwell corners him against a wall, hand outstretched for money: "Hey you—child support for five kids. Pay up?" The soldier king looks at five mini-versions of himself, eyes rimmed red: "Wife, I was wrong—I'll pay child support with my whole life!"

It was the first time Nathan saw Adria in such a revealing outfit, and also the first time he'd seen her so carefree. He sat, gulping down the harsh alcohol, his predatory eyes fixed on his step-sister amidst a group of five boys and a girl in a party he had been forced to attend. Yes, he counted. What was she doing, throwing herself at those losers who had nothing to offer? Not more than he could offer. He watched as the hungry eyes of those boys devoured her body. The closest one bit his lip every time he made eye contact with Adria. His Adria. Memories of their encounter flashed through his mind – how she clutched to him, begged him to take her. Yes, she was his step-sister, but did she think he didn't want to claim her, to make her his? He had to hold himself because she was drunk and he didn’t know how she would react to it the next day. But that made her angry. Their fights had been intense, but yesterday's was different. It was a clash between two people who knew they harbored secret feelings. Nathan's grip on the glass tightened, his veins pale, as the guy next to Adria grazed her thighs with his hand. Unable to contain himself, Nathan slammed the empty glass to the ground and stood, eyes fixed ahead. He strode towards them, ignoring his friend's concerned query. "Hey, man, what are you doing?" Nathan didn't stop or explain. He walked up to Adria, who was laughing hard as she drank from her cup. But her merriment ceased in an instant when she heard her name. Looking up with slightly parted lips, she met her step-brother's furious gaze. His eyes blazed with possessiveness, and Adria swallowed hard. After Adria's father remarried, she struggled to adjust to her new family. Understandable, perhaps. But what wasn't understandable was the intense feud between Adria and her stepbrother, Nathan. They couldn't tolerate each other's presence. Yet, their hatred masked a forbidden truth – their growing desire for each other

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."

In her last life, her vicious husband and venomous mother-in-law joined forces to bring her to a wretched death. For three whole days, no one came to claim her body. Three days later, Benedict Crawford—the heir rumored to be richer than nations—traveled thousands of miles to this remote border town. The breathtakingly handsome man, eyes blood-red, clutched her bones in a fierce embrace and buried her with a fortune in gold. Nora Bridges opened her eyes again to find herself seventeen once more. This time, she refuses to obey her backward parents and marry the scum who destroyed her last life. This time, when she meets that same striking, noble, and devoted man—Benedict Crawford—Nora Bridges has only one thought: she will marry him and give him children! And Mr. Crawford has a single life goal: to cherish and protect Nora Bridges forever.

After one year of marriage and two years apart, Anna Smith never expected to see George Greene again until an awkward blind date brings them face to face. "We're over, George," she says. "You may be done. I'm not," he replies. Anna is no longer the glamorous heiress she once was, while George remains the powerful and admired heir to the Greene family empire. Time may have dulled their love, but the memories still linger. As buried emotions resurface and longing turns to obsession, George is determined to win back the woman he never stopped loving. But can he heal the heart he once broke, or has he already lost her forever?

[Good Fortune + Sweet Pampering + Marriage First, Love Later + Real vs. Fake Heiress + Everyone Crematorium] "Donna Linwood, you think leaking to the media will force us to acknowledge you? Dream on!" She was the true heiress switched at birth for ten years. Once her identity was exposed, her parents despised her. Her eldest brother mocked her, her second brother wanted to kill her, her third brother schemed against her, her fourth brother humiliated her, and her fifth brother hated her. Everyone thought Donna Linwood, this true heiress, was nothing but a pitiful wretch. Until— "Allow me to introduce my wife, Donna Linwood, the best wife in the world." "My daughter-in-law is the most beautiful daughter-in-law under heaven." Until—her identity as the wife of Mercer Family's heir was revealed!

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."