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Ugly Fake Daughter, Shocks Nobles
Ugly Fake Daughter, Shocks Nobles
The Wyatt family brought back the adopted daughter they had raised in the countryside. They had heard that she was uneducated, had dropped out of high school, and was rude, greedy, and plain as could be. Young Master Widener defended his wife online: “Honey, a life-saving favor should be repaid with one’s body. Your husband is waiting for you to show him some love!” Everyone knew that Young Master Widener wasn’t supposed to live past thirty. Yet not only had he outlived thirty—he was now flaunting his love online. Everyone’s hearts ached: “Young Master Widener, open your eyes. She isn’t good enough for you.” Young Master Widener produced his credentials: “A nominal teaching fellow at South China, an honorary teaching fellow at the Qiaote Institute of Technology overseas. I really am not good enough for her. Honey, please give me a hug.” As the adopted daughter’s hidden identities were exposed one after another, everyone finally understood what Young Master Widener had meant. Young Master Widener clapped back at netizens online, then begged for hugs and kisses in private. “Honey, today is another day of loving you. Mwah.” “My wife is amazing. She has one hidden identity after another.” The emotionally stunted Jaynie Wyatt found Young Master Widener especially annoying. After he came over for the 108th time, Jaynie Wyatt shoved him hard. “Get lost.” When everyone learned that the adopted daughter had so many hidden identities, they all called out to apologize. Young Master Widener stood before everyone with a smug, spoiled air and pointed at Jaynie Wyatt. “She’s my wife. Mine.”
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Refugee Girl: Treasured by Mighty Lords
Refugee Girl: Treasured by Mighty Lords
【Apocalypse Powerhouse Transmigrates to Ancient Times|Spirit-Farmland Space|Fleeing Famine amid Disasters|Survival in Wartime|Multiple Male Leads and a Romantic Battlefield|Feel-Good Retirement Story】 The apocalypse powerhouse Lyra Ashwood was a battle-hardened veteran, but in the end, she was betrayed by her teammates and death amid a horde of zombies. Upon being reborn, she found herself in the body of a despised, lowly concubine in an ancient marquis's household. She was subjected to the ultimate humiliation right from the start! A disgraceful divorce edict was slammed into her face, while the aloof marquis stood silhouetted against the light and spoke each word with icy disdain: “The Ashwood woman committed adultery with another man and should be beaten to death. I shall spare your life, but you are to be expelled from the marquis's residence and demoted to slave status.” Before she could even steady herself, a snobbish old matron publicly cursed and beat her, kicking her out of the marquis's residence in disgrace and subjecting her to every undeserved humiliation. Lyra Ashwood was left speechless, unable to utter a word; the original owner had been weak and servile, trapped in a miserable situation. Fortunately, her trump card—the portable spirit-farmland space—had crossed over with her. It was stocked with every kind of grain and supply in abundance, enough to sustain her and keep her secure. She returned to her family of origin, facing the desperate reality of a household with nothing but bare walls: Three dilapidated thatched rooms were crammed with more than a dozen people. Her family wore rags and went hungry, eking out a bleak and impoverished existence. She had intended to quietly support her family, shed the violence of her apocalyptic past, and enjoy a leisurely, peaceful retirement in ancient times. But Heaven had other plans, and disaster struck without warning! Drought, floods, and plague ravaged the land one after another, ushering in an age of chaos. The people were driven from their homes, forced to flee in search of food and struggle for survival, while the human world descended into hell. Fortunately, she had prepared long in advance. Her space was packed with vast quantities of grain, firearms, and spirit-spring supplies, giving her ample confidence. On the road fleeing famine, while everyone else gnawed tree bark, ate grass roots, and struggled to survive, she alone enjoyed fine food and lived in comfort; When the plague raged and claimed lives, she relied on the spirit spring in her space to dispel poison, protect herself, and keep her entire family safe; When war erupted everywhere and the barbarians burned, killed, and pillaged, she wielded firearms to sweep away the villains and protect the peace of the region. What should have been a solitary path to a carefree retirement instead unexpectedly attracted a host of top-tier power players. Her aloof and heartless ex-husband, the marquis; the bewitchingly handsome regent who held power over the entire court; and the possessive, unhinged, puppy-like young man all stopped in their tracks for her and became crazily entangled with her. Surrounded on all sides by them, Lyra Ashwood rubbed her forehead helplessly. “Don’t cling to me. I really only want to live out my days peacefully in this chaotic world. I’m not looking for love!”
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True Heiress Back: Family Fights to Spoil Me
True Heiress Back: Family Fights to Spoil Me
Elizabeth Greene was the adopted daughter of a second-rate wealthy family. After the true heiress returned, she was unceremoniously kicked out of the house. The classic "true and false heiress" drama unfolded around her, leaving her utterly bewildered. She had always assumed her father was unknown... But...no one told her that her biological father was actually the richest man in Country Y! Now, with her doting dad, gentle mom, and five older brothers treating her like a precious treasure, her life took a dramatic turn. After changing her name to Sophia Harrison, she discovered there was another adopted daughter in the family? Something felt off—very off. This adopted daughter, the former fake heiress, seemed to prioritize her at every turn and even admired her openly. Well, that suited her just fine. Sophia wasn't one for scheming, and if this sister wanted protection, she'd gladly provide. Regretting it now, are we, Greenes? Too bad—step aside, because this young lady isn't here to entertain you anymore! The unavoidable "tragedy" of wealthy families—arranged marriage. Just as she began settling into her new life as the beloved heiress, an unwelcome fiancé showed up at her doorstep? Can the engagement be called off? The answer: No. And now this so-called fiancé has the audacity to vow to take care of her for life? But...she's already a master of everything—renowned traditional painter, miracle-working physician, guzheng virtuoso, top-tier fashion designer, architect... The list of her hidden identities is endless. Who does he think he is, offering to support her? Yet, the man in question simply wraps an arm around her waist and murmurs, "Since my Sophia is so capable, I can just relax and let her take care of me." Blushing, Sophia Harrison retorts, "I never said I'd support you! Hand over your assets first, and maybe I'll consider it~"
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Divorce While I'm Pregnant? Fine, Let's Sign It!
Divorce While I'm Pregnant? Fine, Let's Sign It!
On a freezing December afternoon, twenty-five weeks pregnant, Avery Collins walks into a dessert shop craving something sweet. Instead, she finds her husband, Adrian Blackwood—the cold, brilliant CEO of Blackwood Capital—sharing an intimate moment with another woman. In that instant, Avery finally understands. Some people can never be yours, no matter how long you've loved them. She had loved Adrian for eight years, long before he even knew her name. A one-night mistake, an unexpected pregnancy, and a marriage forced by family pressure turned her dream into a prison. While Avery gave everything to their marriage, Adrian believed she had trapped him. So she lets him go. After giving birth to their daughter, Avery makes the most heartbreaking decision of her life. Knowing she could never defeat the powerful Blackwood family in a custody battle, she leaves her daughter in Adrian's care and departs for Stanford University, carrying nothing but a photograph of her baby and asking her lawyer to handle the divorce. Five years later, Avery returns as a world-renowned financial journalist—beautiful, brilliant, and unrecognizable. Then her lawyer delivers shocking news. Adrian never signed the divorce papers. "He said if you want a divorce... you must ask him in person." Avery's answer is simple. "Then tell Mr. Blackwood... I'll see him in court." She believes that's the end of it. Until a little girl slips her tiny hand into Avery's. "Pretty lady... will you have dinner with me?" Avery looks up—and meets Adrian's unwavering gaze. "Mrs. Blackwood," he says quietly, "our divorce can wait." As the little girl whispers, "Please don't leave me again..." ...Avery realizes the one battle she thought she'd already won has only just begun.
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70s True Heiress: Abandons Wealth for Countryside
70s True Heiress: Abandons Wealth for Countryside
Brandy Rivers, a survivor of the post-apocalyptic world, was an avid reader of satisfying era novels. While others hoarded food and supplies to survive the apocalypse, she took a different path—obsessively collecting books and miscellaneous items, daydreaming of escaping to a peaceful era far from the constant life-or-death struggles. Her wish finally came true. After her death, she unexpectedly transmigrated into a true-and-fake-daughter era novel, becoming the tragic cannon-fodder real daughter who shared her name. The original owner had suffered half a lifetime of grievances—mistreated by her foster parents, then forced by her biological parents to take the spoiled fake daughter's place and endure hardship in the countryside. But Brandy Rivers, now awakened with transmigration memories and her portable space, refused to play along! She cleanly severed ties with her cruel foster parents. Faced with her biological parents' emotional blackmail and blatant favoritism, she showed no mercy—stripping her birth family bare of assets and cutting all familial bonds before heading to the countryside alone. No melodramatic suffering, only unbridled freedom! She expected to live quietly in peace, but little did she know—a devastatingly handsome cold beauty was hiding among the educated youth. He turned out to be clingy yet persistent, accompanying her daily through farm work and trivial matters without complaint, silently guarding her side. Facing his gentle and enduring devotion, Brandy Rivers raised an eyebrow with a faint smile and reluctantly agreed: "Fine. Let's try having a sweet romance and living well together." The aloof beauty doted on his wife tenderly. Together day in and day out, their love grew over time—transforming dull rural life into something sweet and stable. What surprised her even more was that scattered teammates from the apocalypse gradually found their way to her. Reunited across worlds, they once again stood shoulder to shoulder—each thriving in their own field with full capability. With space resources at hand, beloved partner by her side, and loyal teammates at her back, Brandy Rivers carved out a brilliant life uniquely hers in this ordinary era.
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70s Hot Wife: Doted by Soldier King
70s Hot Wife: Doted by Soldier King
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."
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After Divorce, She' Begged to Return
After Divorce, She' Begged to Return
【Past & Present Collide + Dual Timelines + Women Uplifting Women】 It all begins when Frostine Whitmore—already branded the shameless woman who seduced her brother-in-law while her sister lay dying—marries into the Marquis's estate as a second wife. She pours her heart andveled blood into running the household, guiding her husband, raising step-children who aren't hers, never once complaining. In return she hears only: “She's atoning for her sin; she has no right to our gratitude.” Then one day golden subtitles drift across her vision. 【WTF? Who green-lit this dog-blood melodrama? Time to roast!】 Frostine Whitmore: ? 【Cold-hearted prick of a husband, ungrateful brats, relatives who scripted your misery. You keep them in your heart, they kick you into the gutter—then laugh behind your back. They’ll squeeze you dry, squeeze out two crocodile tears after you die, and call it remorse.】 Frostine Whitmore: ! 【What are you waiting for? Divorce the lot! You gonna let them wring you dry and waste your whole damn life?】 Frostine Whitmore: !!!! Soon after, the papers are signed. The estate expects her to come crawling back, penniless and broken. Instead she walks away—and lives bold, bright, and free. Celeste Hartley never imagined that shit-posting in a drama's comment section would open a direct line to the tragic heroine inside the screen. She rolls up her sleeves: time to rewrite the script and save the girl—oh, and while we're at it… 【I wanna revive a lost dance and slap the haters. Spot me a court dancer, yeah?】 #SHOCK! Scandal queen resurrects fresco-era dance! Who said she steals roles? This talent doesn’t need to steal. # 【They claim my makeup isn't “period accurate.” Teach me that tipsy-blush look you guys rock.】 #Celeste Hartley shows what REAL retro glam is—straight out of a Tang scroll, living and breathing. # 【And next I want—】 #BREAKING: Celeste Hartley appointed consultant by the National Heritage Authority! #
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