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

Ye Chen was supposed to be the Heavenly Son of a generation, but his family regarded him as a sinner on his 10th birthday. After that, he was stripped of his identity and abandoned by his own father in the wilderness, leaving him to his own fate! Eight years later, the Heaven's pride of a generation returned and rose to power. He stepped on all the people in the world and took over all the things in the world with one hand! The city of invincibility and pride were all in this book!

She was the heir of a generation of ghost doctors. She was full of hatred. Once her soul traveled through time, she was reborn into a good-for-nothing who had been poisoned and tortured. As soon as she opened her eyes again, she was no longer the good-for-nothing third young lady who could be bullied and tortured by others. She awakened her talent with medical skills. From then on, she would be her master. She always kept a low profile and did things in a high profile. She had always been a "fan of peace" and didn't like fighting and killing. As long as she didn't bully her, she would be a lovely "little sheep". She would travel around the mountains and rivers with her cute pet and take in little girls at the same time. She wondered when she would provoke a poker face with Little Cutie. Although her face looked good and her eight abdominal muscles looked like they wanted to touch... ahem! But what kind of ghost did her dull face look like? "Sir, do you like it?" She pointed at her face and blinked at the paralyzed old man. "Well!" Well, the old man cherished her words as gold. "Sir, are you satisfied?" She massaged the old man's legs obediently and looked at him with ingratiating eyes. "Yes!" The old man was still expressionless. "Master, can't I go?" It turned out that there was a fiancee beside the old man? Can't I go now? "How dare you!" It was not easy... Finally, the old man said one more word!

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!"

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.

Daughter on the brink of death, Blair Wright was heartlessly abandoned by his ex-wife. In utter despair, he encountered a wealthy heiress—only to discover the dragon within him had awakened... From that moment on, Blair Wright, infused with the power of the dragon's bloodline, began his unstoppable rise through the city!

The crippled prince had become a commoner, but he had married a stunning beauty. His wife was a genius in martial arts and was high above others; he was a loser who had been humiliated. After accidentally awakening the spirit of a Divine King, his fate was reversed and he rose to power. From then on, he would crush those who humiliated him and conquer the peerless beauty! Geniuses, in front of me, are all good-for-nothings! Kings are like ants under my feet! I'm the God Slaying King with a single stroke of the Heaven-breaking Sword!

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?!”

By a twist of fate, she became the dazzling Young Miss of the Miles family. When the real heiress showed up, she chose to stay, only to find herself entangled in a premeditated plot, resulting in dishonor and misery till the end. Given a second chance at life, when the real heiress showed up, she—the counterfeit heiress—left without hesitation. She tightly held on to what had been taken away from her in her previous life. Tearing down the wicked women and kicking away the bad men, she rose to the pinnacle. She thought she would have to fight alone, however, her real mother stepped in, "Who dares to bully my daughter, I'll fight them to the end!" Her brothers vowed, "Little sister, we've got your back!" Astor declared, "Whoever dares to bully my woman, is seeking death!" Wait a minute, when did she become his woman?

In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other. After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends. Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow: She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again. Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation. Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet. Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered. Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall. The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably. From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.

Framed and cast into the northern frontier, he left behind a wife and daughter forced to endure humiliation. Five years later he returns—now the Supreme Warlord of the North. At his back stand four legendary generals; before him kneel a million soldiers. Those who wronged me, who shamed my wife and child—get on your knees and tremble!

Celeste Ashford's previous life was that of a terminally ill, never-married wealthy single woman who'd built her fortune through a clever space-storage reselling business. After dying young, she transmigrated into the harsh 1960s, and the moment she opened her eyes, she inherited two kids with no blood relation to her — left behind by her late husband. Before she'd even had time to process that, she was informed: her current husband had adopted three orphans of fallen soldiers. Celeste Ashford counted on her fingers: five kids, one man, and the eligibility to join him at his military post. She briskly packed her bags. "Let's go — off to find their father!" Once at the base, she led the children in clearing land, growing vegetables, and running small side businesses. All five kids were raised plump and rosy under her care. But six months later, Celeste Ashford stared at the two lines on the pregnancy test and fell into deep thought. She turned to her neighbor. "Hey, um… my husband's ex-wife — didn't she go around telling everyone he couldn't perform? Wasn't that why they divorced?" The neighbor slapped her thigh. "You bet she did! The whole military district knows about it!" Celeste Ashford went silent. That evening, she glared at the rugged military officer who'd just walked through the door, and slapped the pregnancy test down in front of him. "You'd better explain this to me. What exactly is going on?" The man was at a loss for words for a long moment, then wrapped his arm around her waist with a helpless sigh. "She was the one spreading rumors everywhere — it's not like I could go around dropping my pants to prove otherwise. Besides… whether I'm capable or not, don't you already know the answer to that?"

Lisa Mathew worked as a receptionist in a 3-star hotel. She cherished this job very much as a widow with a six-year-old son. One day, she met a dashing hot guest named Augustus Carlos. She didn't recognize that he was the new boss of their hotel. All her colleagues believed she had annoyed their new big boss and would be fired. But Augustus weirdly forgave her and promoted her as the vice manager?! More astonishing, the man said he had a secret crush on her for over six months and proposed. But she had never met him before! She should refuse, but her mouth had already spoken yes...

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

"Sign it. Save her, and I'll give you anything." For four years, I was Damian Wright's "invisible wife". While I played the pauper, he poured his soul into his dying first love. Desperate, he blindly signed a stack of papers to buy the "Gifted Doctor's" time. He didn't read the fine print. Buried inside was our Divorce Decree. "Congratulations, Damian," I said, stripping off my surgical mask to reveal the wife he never truly knew. "You're free." The submissive Amelia is dead. The legendary "Ghost Surgeon"? That's me. The blindfolded racing queen "Raven"? Also me. The shadow behind the global intelligence network? Still me. I was ready to vanish, but Lucas Sullivan—the titan who makes the Wrights look like peasants—blocked my path. When Damian tried to reclaim me, Lucas didn't just stop him; he brought an empire to its knees. "They don't deserve to look at you," Lucas whispered, his touch a lethal mix of protection and obsession. "But if you crave the world, Amelia, I'll burn it down just to hear you say my name."

On the very day Emma Sullivan was welcomed back into her wealthy family, she inadvertently saved the life of Jonathan Hawthorne, the most feared tycoon in the capital. From that moment on, the untouchable business titan transformed into a walking vinegar factory— When a chaebol heir sent her flowers? He was shipped off to mine in Africa overnight! When a top celebrity confessed his love? The next day, Jonathan dragged her straight to the marriage registry! When the nation's heartthrob posted a dinner photo? The entire city received a warning: "Lay a finger on Emma Sullivan, and you're dead." The man calmly tossed out a paternity test. "Funny. So do I." The little boy clung to Jonathan's leg and chirped, "Mommy, this daddy is way hotter than all my godfathers!" Leaning down, Jonathan nipped at her earlobe, his voice a low growl. "You kept my son a secret for five years. How long do you plan to make me beg before you remarry me?"

After seven years of marriage, Wesley Monroe remained as cold as ice, but Flora Walker always faced him with a smile. Because she loved him—deeply. And she believed that one day, she could melt his heart. But what she waited for wasn’t his love—it was his love at first sight for another woman. His endless devotion to her. Still, Flora clung desperately to their marriage. Until her birthday. She flew thousands of miles abroad to surprise him and their daughter—only to find he’d taken the little girl to be with that woman instead, leaving Flora alone in an empty hotel room. That night, her heart shattered completely. Watching the daughter she had raised with her own hands call another woman “Mom,” Flora no longer felt pain—only numbness. She drafted the divorce papers, gave up custody, and walked away without a backward glance. From that moment on, she ignored both father and daughter, waiting only for the divorce to be finalized. She buried the past and threw herself into her career. The woman everyone once looked down on rose to build a billion-dollar empire with her bare hands. But no matter how long she waited, the divorce papers never came. Instead, the man who once couldn’t stand to be near her started showing up more and more—clinging to her like a lifeline. And when he found out she wanted a divorce, the proud, aloof Wesley cornered her against the wall, his voice low and dangerous: “Divorce? Not a chance.”

Billionaire tycoon Vivienne Goodwin, who had died from a fish bone stuck in her throat, opened her eyes to find herself transported to the 1970s—and her stepmother had already schemed to register her name for rural reeducation? The first thing she did was grab a broom and beat the hell out of her deadbeat father and stepmother, then promptly added her stepsister's name to the list as well, shipping her off to the Northwest for reeducation through labor. Before leaving, she sold the house, sold her job, reported her scumbag father in one smooth sequence, and conveniently stripped the house bare while she was at it. When her stepmother returned home to find the empty rooms, she collapsed on the spot. Ethan Mercer first laid eyes on Vivienne Goodwin during a visit to the countryside, where he spotted this girl riding on a human trafficker's back, her fists flying with devastating force. He froze for three seconds, his heart skipping a beat. The second time they met, Ethan Mercer blocked her path at the village entrance and cut straight to the chase: "Comrade, I'd like to court you." Vivienne Goodwin looked him up and down. "Who are you?" Ethan Mercer didn't flinch: "Ethan Mercer, twenty-six years old, unmarried, currently regimental commander of a certain department, no bad habits, full salary handed over." Vivienne Goodwin: "...You reciting a menu here?" When word reached the military compound, everyone learned that Ethan Mercer had found himself a village wife and waited eagerly for the punchline. Until one month later, when Ethan Mercer brought her to the compound and showed her photo to everyone he met: "Pretty, isn't she? My wife. Amazing, right? My wife."

As a man with severe social anxiety, He had only just crossed over to this parallel world when his stepmother dragged him off on a blind date. Little did he expect that one misstep would plunge him straight into a whirlwind "flash marriage"! His plan was to maintain a purely "fake marriage" with his new wife—no strings attached, no disturbances. But she turned out to be unbelievably clingy, mysteriously absent during the day, yet impossibly tender and affectionate every night... Everything changed the day his novel was picked up by a film company for a TV adaptation. While casually flipping through the materials for the female lead, his entire world was turned upside down. "Is this a joke?! The biggest superstar sweeping across Asia… is actually my little wife who cuddles on the sofa every day begging for hugs?!"

“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.