She came bearing destiny's mandate, the true heiress of the Bai family who had been swapped at birth. Her eyes were gouged out, her spiritual bones stolen. Except for her grandfather, her parents, brothers—every last one of them—doted on the impostor daughter while belittling and tormenting her. Little did they know, the girl they saw as a blind, worthless wretch raised in the wilderness was actually the treasured darling of the six most feared demon lords in existence—the Slaughter God who shook the demonic abyss to its core. With the Primordial Evil Eyes and the Heaven-Sent Divine Bones, she could summon deities with a wave of her hand and overturn the cosmos with a snap of her fingers. She was the embodiment of cosmic law itself. By the time she soared to unfathomable heights, they realized—she had already ascended far beyond their reach. Her parents begged for forgiveness, desperate to mend their broken bonds, only to be blocked by the six demon lords. "Our precious daughter has six fathers already. You think you can just waltz in and take her? Know your place!" Unyielding, she embarked on her path to godhood. Legends said that contracting a guardian spirit demanded a steep price—life, soul, or worse. Yet as she stood before the supreme deity, she fell silent. The deity smiled. "To form a pact with me," he murmured, "all it takes is a kiss."

After being assaulted by a female driver on the street, Eleanor Morgan made a shocking discovery— The woman was her husband's pregnant mistress! Her mother-in-law declared shamelessly, "Sophia is carrying the Reid family's only heir!" Her husband watched coldly, "You can't conceive. Don't get in the way of her pregnancy!" Eleanor Morgan slammed the divorce papers on the table, only to be mocked by the entire family: "Who'd want a barren hen like you after leaving us?" She retaliated by slapping the husband's infertility diagnosis onto the table: After escaping that nightmare, the last man she expected to see came back into her life— Vincent Bennett, the elite Army Captain, who had once policed her every move when she stayed with the Bennett family, even monitoring the length of her skirts. Now, he cornered her against the wall, his gaze dark and intense: "Been hiding from me all these years… for that worthless, infertile ex?" She thought he was here to settle old scores, but instead, he swept her straight into the military compound. The entire army was stunned: The ruthless "Grim Reaper" was knitting sweaters for his ex-wife, queuing at dawn for her favorite pancakes, and even carrying her across muddy fields during drills! Nipping her earlobe, he growled in a husky voice: "Back then, I monitored your skirt length because I didn't want my sixteen-year-old girl getting fooled by some punk." "Now… let me teach you what a real, lawful relationship looks like."

Janelle Johnson died a tragic death. In her past life, her elder sister had chosen the Fertility Elixir and married into the imperial family, only to perish in childbirth. Janelle herself had taken the Heartbond Pill, said to ensure marital devotion, and wed Graham Thompson—only to discover too late that his heart belonged to her sister. He watched coldly as she succumbed to poison. When she opened her eyes again, she and Graham had both been reborn—on the eve of their wedding. This time, he eagerly chose her sister, while Janelle seized the Fertility Elixir for herself and married the supposedly heirless Prince of Xin. Later, at a palace banquet, Graham—who should have lived happily ever after with her sister—stared at her with reddened eyes. "Janelle... you were my wife—" Janelle barely glanced at him. "Who are you?" From Crown Princess to Empress Isabella, she climbed step by step, bearing three heirs, outmaneuvering transmigrated women and crushing reborn rivals. She sought only power and glory—never a shred of affection. ... The Emperor, fated to remain heirless, found himself cursed in matters of the heart. His favor toward a concubine led to humiliation; his indulgence of a consort invited political disaster. Through every stumble on his path to the throne, only Empress Isabella remained his unwavering fortune. One late night, he pulled her into his arms, voice low and tentative. "I'll give you riches... give you the throne... Just give me your heart in return. Will you?"

Rumor has it that the lost daughter of the Turner family has returned? And she came back on her own? This shocking news has left the major wealthy families in utter disbelief. Everyone initially assumed that this girl, who came back from who-knows-where, must be a country bumpkin who knows absolutely nothing! A country bumpkin? Sophia Turner raised an eyebrow and casually revealed her slew of identities. What?! The world's top fashion designer? The world's leading hacker? The youngest scientist in the world? A professor at one of the world's most prestigious universities? The CEO of Dawn Corporation, one of the top fifty companies in the world? And the most outrageous revelation of all—she's actually Damian Moore's wife? The crowd clutched their chests, feeling as if their little hearts couldn't take it anymore! Their hearts ached terribly, and they needed emergency medical attention—they might not survive this shock!

She is a rogue who is forced to attend a school for werewolves for a year thanks to a new law. There she meets her mate, a certain Alpha who holds a grudge against allrogues. What kind of story will be triggered between them?

At the age of seven, Vivian Harper witnessed her mother's suicide by jumping off a building and was later kidnapped. Though she survived, she developed bipolar disorder and was soon sent abroad. Her grandmother coldly declared, "You're nothing but a cursed star—bringing death to your mother and misfortune to your brother. As long as I live, don't even think about touching a single penny of the Harper family's wealth." But little did they know, she couldn't care less about the Harper fortune. Any one of her hidden identities could shake the world. She's the most expensive special agent on the planet. She's one of the founders of the Tianqi Group. She's the elusive genius known as the Mad Doctor. She's the legendary hacker, a shadowy figure in the digital underworld. ... As layer after layer of disguises fell away, not only did the scumbag father's family regret their actions to no end—the entire elite circle of the capital was left in shambles. After stepping away from the negotiation table, Vivian Harper was pinned against the wall by the heir of the Campbell family. The man's voice was low and rough as he murmured, "Darling, just how many hidden identities do you still have that I don't know about?" Vivian hooked a finger into his tie and tugged him down, her lips curling into a smirk. "Guess."

"Breaking News! A Sweet and Adorable Three-Year-Old Takes the Spotlight!" On her third birthday, little Lily Harrison was whisked away from the orphanage by her coldly elegant billionaire father in a fleet of luxury cars. From that day on, the tiny princess embarked on her fairytale life. Lily now resides in a grand, opulent castle, dines on meals prepared by world-class chefs, and rides in a one-of-a-kind luxury car. Her doting father, grandfather, uncles (second, third, fourth, and youngest), and a whole host of big and little uncles all compete to spoil her rotten. Even a mysterious "wish-granting system uncle" joins in, eager to fulfill her every whim. Hands on her hips, Lily puffs out her cheeks and declares in her sweet, babyish voice, "No fighting~ Line up nicely~ Take turns spoiling Lily~" Follow the delightful daily adventures of little Lily Harrison as she lives her best life as the happiest, most pampered little heiress! An irresistibly cute, soft, and sweet little angel!

When Christine Woods collapses into a hospital bed from unbearable pain, her husband's response is colder than the IV dripping into her veins: "Stop pretending to be sick." That same night, a single social media post shatters her marriage--Neil Caffery, intimate with the first love he once claimed was dead. Three years of marriage. Three years of neglect, indifference, and quiet self-deception. In that moment, Christine finally understands the truth: she was never a wife--only a substitute. Not wanting to live as a substitute any longer, she divorced her husband. After divorce, Christine started her new life, achieving success both in career and love. Seeing her so radiant and successful, her scumbag husband beg her to come back. "Hazel, I know I was wrong. Please come back." However, before Christine could respond, the country's richest man kicked him and held Christine's waist, "Who are you? Stop pestering my wife!" His voice was cold, his presence imposing. Christine looked at him and snorted, "When did I agree to marry you?" "Baby, are you still angry about last night? I promise, I will be gentle next time." The man said, looking at her playfully. Christine hit his chest playfully, her face turning red.

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…

Chloe Bishop was the city’s golden girl—the "First Lady" of high society. Wealthy, breathtakingly beautiful, and deeply in love, she was the envy of everyone. When Liam was a broken outcast who had lost everything, Chloe was the one who reached out, pulling him from the wreckage of his life. She gave him her heart, her family’s status, and six devoted years. But on the morning of their lavish, multi-million dollar wedding, the dream shatters. Instead of an "I do," Liam leaves her at the altar, delivering a cold confession that pierces like a knife: “The one I’ve always loved is Sara Jay.” Overnight, the city's golden girl becomes its biggest laughingstock. Betrayed by her fiancé and haunted by a dark secret involving her father, Charles, Chloe is expected to crumble. But as the world waits for her to beg for his return, Chloe wipes her tears and offers a chilling smile. "I know he’ll come back crawling eventually," she whispers, stripping off her silk veil. "But this time, I’m done waiting. It's time for the world to see what happens when a 'perfect' woman stops being nice." He broke her heart. Now, she’s going to break his empire.

Giselle had to protect her dreams. For years, Giselle Sidney had been in love with Alpha Caden Einsworth, who she knew would never fall for her. As she came of age, she found out that he was her mate. But he was in love with her older sister, Greta who was already engaged to one of her father’s business partners and a huge competition to Caden’s underground businesses. On the night of Greta’s engagement, Giselle found Caden so drunk that she decided to help him get back to his condo. Caden and Gisselle were so heartbroken that night that they found comfort in each other until their emotions brought them to a situation that wasn’t supposed to happen. They shared one, passionate night and that changed Giselle’s life forever. To hide the huge scandal from her family, Giselle decided to leave the Grimfur pack and became a Rogue to raise her pup alone. But after a month of his disappearance, Alpha Caden came back to take full responsibility for the child. Giselle never wanted to force him into a situation when she knew he was still in love with her sister. She couldn’t bear to be with a cold-hearted werewolf whose heart belonged to another girl. Will fate find a way to make their bond stronger? Will Giselle’s pride stop her from accepting Alpha Caden when he starts to slowly fall for her? Or will she run away like she always does?

Outwardly laid-back and carefree, socially awkward, but sharp-witted, fiercely independent, and a genius with explosive combat skills. Seemingly domineering, blunt, and stubborn, but secretly tender-hearted, hopelessly romantic, and a special forces soldier falling deeper by the day. After struggling through three years of the apocalypse, brilliant biologist Stella Berenson was betrayed by those closest to her—dying without ever uncovering the truth behind her downfall. Just when she thought her regrets would follow her to the grave, fate granted her an unexpected second chance: a rebirth one year before the apocalypse struck. Stockpiling supplies, mastering survival skills, fortifying her shelter—this time, she was fully prepared. Trust no one. Survive at all costs. But after three years of solitary endurance, an unforeseen crisis forces her to abandon her carefully constructed life. With no choice, she follows a domineering special forces soldier—dropped into her path as if by fate—on a perilous journey to the Federated safe zone. She never wanted to be a symbol of hope or a savior—just to live quietly, free from the world's burdens. Yet destiny had other plans. Dragged into the elite forces, entangled in one conspiracy after another, she finds herself surrounded by awakened superhumans—and the strongest of them won't stop flirting with her! Seriously, get a grip! Who has time for romance in the middle of an apocalypse?

【Return of the Heiress + Hidden Identity + Revenge Story】 The day Nicole Bennett was brought back to the Bennett family, everyone naively assumed she was just a pawn they could manipulate at will. Little did they know—she was once an S-class fugitive in the international black market, and the elusive grandmaster of the design world.

**Glamorous Jewelry Designer vs. Ruthless, Domineering CEO** Betrayed by her conniving sister, abandoned by a cold-hearted father, and left pregnant and alone with no clue about the identity of her child's father—Isabella Bailey's life seemed to fall apart. But after six years of silence, she's returned to reclaim what's rightfully hers: her dignity, her family's legacy, and the life she lost. Her plan? To take down the ruthless people who wronged her—her father and sister. What she didn't anticipate was Ethan Reeds, a cold, domineering CEO, who just won't let her go. Ethan's eyes darken with desire as he murmurs: "Bella, how about giving me another baby?"

【Rebirth in the '80s + Hidden Space + Face-Slapping Revenge + Sent-Down Youth + Double Purity + Whole-Family Darling + Military Marriage】 In her last life, Bettina Reese—ivory-skinned, willow-waisted, leg-for-days daughter of a capitalist family—was blind enough to marry into the Household. For thirty years she slaved like an ox, bankrolling and baby-sitting her in-laws, yet never once shared a bed with her husband, Victor Turner. Day after day she swallowed insults and side-eye, until her dying breath, when she finally cracked the truth: The cherished foster son she had loved to the marrow was Victor's secret child with his widowed sister-in-law! “Victor Turner, I poured my heart and soul into you people, and you lied to me my whole damn life!” In a fury she wrenched open the gas valve and blew the whole scumbag clan sky-high. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the very day Victor tried to bully her into surrendering her job. Watching the shameless man stand there as if it were his due, Bettina flipped the table and sneered: “Victor, you want my job? Dream on. This lousy post—I don’t even want it!” The instant the words left her mouth she sold the position, then mailed an anonymous tip that exposed every filthy racket Victor ran inside his unit. Discharged, disgraced, he was thrown behind bars to taste the bitter fruit he’d sown. Hardly had the trash been taken out when her good-for-nothing father and stepmother plotted to bolt to Hong Kong, ditching her and fleeing with the family fortune. Bettina barged in, slapped her sperm-donor dad and stepmom upside the head. “You raised me just so you could rob me blind? Ask me if I say yes!” She kicked aside her white-lotus stepsister who tried the pity act. “Look in a mirror before you covet what’s mine.” She snatched back the ancestral jade bracelet that hid a spirit spring, opened her space, and swept the house clean—antiques, calligraphy, jewels, property deeds, the lot. One final tip-off shipped daddy, stepmom and sis to the northwestern camps, never to crawl back. With a storm of confiscations brewing, Bettina packed light, space in tow, and headed to the countryside to find her real mother. Ready for a gauntlet of pests and vipers, she discovered Mom was a man-eating tigress who adored her daughter, while her three older brothers were hard-core sis-cons who pampered her like a national treasure. With the space’s spirit spring and her uncanny sketching hand, she caught the eye of the army's tech department and was hired as a forensic artist. She grew organic veggies in the village, ran quiet side hustles that raked in cash, and helped crack headline cases with her portraits. Before she noticed, the whole base was treating her as their darling mascot. Enter Colonel Jonathan Reed—wide-shouldered, narrow-hipped, face carved by the gods, temper carved by glaciers—the famous Ice-King of the district. Every commander had given up marrying him off, assuming he’d grow old crading his rifle. Who could guess that on family-visits day, comrades would watch the Ice-King pin the army’s beloved little beauty against a wall, voice soft enough to drip: “ Stop fussing. From now on, I'm here—no one dares touch a hair on your head.”

“Marry me, it's a win-win choice.” Bryan Turner never expected to be proposed to, especially by an ugly woman. The third daughter of the Keith family, the notorious loser, but why had she been able to hack the security system and get in just one hour earlier? "What can you offer me?" "First, I'm a perfumer and a doctor, and second, I know your secret..." Bryan's eyes narrowed. The CEO of the largest perfume company was unable to smell anything, a secret he had long since resolved to keep until his death. ".... But I can also heal it." Finley handed him something, and then for the first time, Bryan could smell since he was born, "Tell me what you want ...." Bryan stared at her, "Help me have a child, I want revenge." Seeing Bryan silent for a moment, "Oh, If you are worried about my face, then ....." Suddenly Finley chucked and began to remove her makeup .... Bryan first believed that this was just a fair-matched win-win partnership, but he never expected that after meeting this fiery yet sensitive lady, he would ultimately lose everything, starting with his own heart.

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."

Apocalypse Survivor Jessica Knight Transmigrates into a 1970s Orphan! Her birth mother and stepfather steal her job and force her to marry a paralyzed man? Rolling up her sleeves, Jessica starts digging a grave: "Back in the apocalypse, I killed first and asked questions never. Consider yourselves lucky!" Just when she thinks no one dares to mess with her, a stone-faced officer pins her down on their first meeting. Jessica pulls out a dagger: "Looking to die?" The officer puffs out his chest: "Wanna feel my abs? All eight of 'em!" Jessica is stunned: "Since when are officers in this era so... unpredictable?"

One Day Before the Apocalypse Catherine Lane was forcibly bound to a system. This self-proclaimed "Rental System" creature grandly gifted her an entire residential complex right off the bat. The system brandished its tiny whip: "Our goal is—to become the most legendary landlady in history!" Catherine Lane: "What the actual hell..." Official Synopsis: The apocalypse is coming, and humanity faces an existential crisis. In these dire times, a safe haven untouched by zombies becomes priceless. Catherine Lane watches her rental units fill up one after another, her heart swelling with satisfaction—she's getting closer and closer to her dream of lounging around and counting stacks of cash! But the system never plays by the rules. When a new ancient-world dimension suddenly unlocks, Catherine is left in tears. Damn this scammy system! All her hard work vanishes in an instant. Beside her, a certain someone who's been watching her intently murmurs, "Don't be afraid. I'll always be here with you."

Emily Bennett only realized after her rebirth that her twin sons were never David Harding's children. They were the result of a carefully orchestrated scheme by the Harding family, who sought to climb the social ladder by exploiting her father's position as a factory director. From the moment they were born, the boys were despised. After her father was stripped of his position, the Harding family shamelessly cast her and the children out onto the streets. She had to watch helplessly as her eldest son drowned and her youngest succumbed to fever, the pain carving deep into her bones. But this time, she rewrote the script. Slapping down the schemers and holding her two adorable babies close, she set off straight for the Northwest—on a journey to find their real father. "Commander Chandler, I might have... given birth to your children." Charles Chandler : "..." "If they're yours, we'll co-parent. If I'm wrong, I'll turn right back around." The man fell silent for three seconds, his gaze shifting from the twins to her striking face. "A paternity test—I'll arrange it." But before the results even came out, the Chandler family in the capital exploded— What?! Their supposedly heirless, solitary son had been approached by a stunning woman... with twin babies in tow?! Spoil them! Spoil them rotten! The Northwestern Military District was equally stunned. The cold-faced, "heirless" commander, notorious for his indifference to women, was now smiling brightly as he trailed behind a beautiful woman—while cradling two children in his arms? Heirless? With twins like these, he was anything but!