Eva Ratliff was a renowned assassin, known for her mercilessness and exceptional skills. In order to save her younger brother, she sacrificed her life in a fiery inferno, only to be reborn as a shy, rural high school girl. Bullying classmates? Biased teachers? A condescending fiancé? A powerful corporation applying pressure? These might have been problems for the original inhabitant of her body, but they pose no threat to Eva! As she set off to teach those bullies who was really in charge, a noble and handsome man appeared out of nowhere. He protected her regardless of her actions, without complaints or regrets. "Why?" She asked. "You saved my grandfather's life. I offer mine in return. Is that strange?" He replied, grinning.

Serena Holloway, a top survivor from the apocalypse, found herself transmigrated into the most pitiful cannon fodder in a period novel. The original host had been raised to be meek and spineless by her stepmother. Her biological father had been assassinated and replaced by an impostor, who not only planned to transfer the family assets away but also forced her to marry a closeted gay man, dooming her to a loveless marriage. She was eventually driven out by her in-laws, sold off to some remote mountain village, and died a miserable death. After reading through the plot, Serena let out a cold laugh. "Quite the script. Too bad — I'm the one writing it now." The fake father wanted to move the family fortune to Guangzhou? She immediately switched into apocalypse scavenging mode! Gold bars stashed in the cellar? Taken. Property deeds hidden in the wall cracks? Taken. Even the antique jars buried beneath the pigsty — she dug them all up in the dead of night. Every hiding spot the impostor had, she cleaned out. It left him dizzy with disbelief. "How is everything gone?!" Serena dusted off her hands and smiled innocently. "You hid things so carelessly — I was just doing you a favor by clearing it all out." As for her marriage, Serena sent a telegram straight to her childhood betrothed at the frontier, Ethan Mercer: 'Come back to the city immediately and get the certificate. I won't wait.' Ethan rushed back overnight, still in his military uniform, dust and all. He had barely opened his mouth when Serena grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the Civil Affairs Bureau. "Stop dawdling. I've still got scores to settle when we're done here." Ethan glanced down at the feisty little woman dragging him along by his sleeve, the corner of his mouth curving up slightly. "Alright. Whatever you say."

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?

Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!

[1980s + Military Marriage + Face-Slapping + Scum-Bashing + Family Drama + Raising Kids + Career-Building] In her last life, Luna Fairchild was literally angered to death by a cheating couple. At home she served her in-laws and raised the child left behind by her deceased brother-in-law Years of marriage without pregnancy—guilt-ridden—she slaved like an old ox for every single Whitmore family member The real reason she never conceived? Not her body. The scumbag had gotten himself snipped for his green-tea bitch. Luna Fairchild rebooted on the very day the scumbag came home on leave; she marched straight in with witnesses and caught them in bed He soaked up her love while handing his own to someone else—fine, she’d nail the two cheaters together forever Her in-laws did nothing but fan the flames; she’d make them choke on the strongest brew of top-grade Longjing green tea The green-tea wanted the scumbag? She’d gift-wrap him and deliver him with both hands. Marcus Blackwood: Married a woman who simply looked agreeable—just wanted a warm light on when he came back from base, no empty house. Never expected her to be this interesting She wants to take down a scumbag? He’s always hated that guy anyway—happy to give a shove She works as hard as any soldier under his command—might as well lend a hand Help here, help there… and he ends up helping himself right into love.

"You'll be my wife on paper only. You'll have everything—except my heart. You'll never be Marina." For five years, Lily lived as David's secret wife—his poised secretary by day, his invisible stand-in by night. Every cold touch reminded her she was just a replacement. Every whispered “Marina” cut deeper than the last. Their marriage was born from an accidental night—a mistake he turned into a contract. He wanted nothing but an image and a convenience, yet she foolishly gave him her whole heart. So when the real Marina returns, Lily knows her time as the placeholder is up. David’s actions make it clear: she was only ever a convenient replacement. Without a fight, she signs the divorce papers and walks away, surrendering the position he always wanted to give to another. But why is it that the man who once swore he’d never love her… now refuses to let her go? David doesn’t understand why Lily’s absence haunts him. Why her quiet strength burns him in ways Marina never did. All he knows is that he’s determined to get her back. By any means necessary. Even if it meant breaking her all over again. She paid the price for loving him once. Now, he'd pay for losing her forever.

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.

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?"

The era of martial arts revival has dawned, with savage beasts running rampant and the very heavens radiating killing intent! Yet against all odds, young Alex Harrison awakens a transcendent system, gifted with a peerless innate talent—Supreme Dominance! C-rank martial techniques? Mastered to perfection in three seconds! SSS-rank divine skills? Perfected within a single month! While others toil for a decade to grasp a technique, he achieves mastery in a single battle. Where some seclude themselves for centuries to comprehend a secret art, he learns it with just a glance! Alex Harrison smirks, scratching his head with feigned modesty. "Well... I guess my talent's kinda cheating, huh?"

Charlotte Weston had loved Ethan Caldwell for ten years, been married to him for ten years, and finally died in her prime. The genius writer had married her teenage idol, believing this to be the beginning of happiness. Little did she know, marriage would become a cage, slowly suffocating her over the course of a decade. The Ethan Caldwell she loved with all her heart had fallen for her student. She hemorrhaged during childbirth, losing the baby. Yet Ethan Caldwell sent her divorce papers, demanding she step aside for his mistress. "Ethan Caldwell, you want a divorce? Dream on. Not unless I'm dead!" In the end, she died—at thirty-five, in the prime of her life. A rising literary star extinguished, her name tarnished with accusations of plagiarism. Reborn, she wanted nothing more than to let those two have each other. But when Ethan Caldwell learned of the suffering she had endured... He fell to his knees in agony, saying, "Charlotte, I truly don't deserve you... but I won't let you go."

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."

Vivienne Norwood had toiled for half her life, finally securing investments to open a grand shopping mall and was about to start enjoying the fruits of her labor when an accident at a wine reception sent her transmigrating to the late 1970s, becoming a cannon fodder character with the same tragic fate and identical name from a novel. The original owner had been controlled by her husband, who deceived her with a "fake divorce, remarriage in half a year" scheme, when in reality he wanted to dump her and marry his childhood sweetheart, eventually getting her thrown in jail and causing her to lose her unborn child. Learning the truth, Vivienne sneered: Fake divorce? Villain label? Since you're heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless! She decided to go all in—while her ex-husband's family was unprepared, she emptied their entire household of assets, then immediately gave up the highly coveted city return quota she had fought over. Having worked like an ox and horse in her past life, this life she just wanted to rot in the countryside and live comfortably as a wealthy woman. She thought she could live in peace, but trouble kept coming: Her ex-husband's younger uncle, Marcus Vance, approached with a face full of guilt saying he wanted to take care of her, then overstepped boundaries and even secretly climbed into her bed; A venerable old military commander stubbornly refused to leave her doorway, insisting on recognizing her as his biological daughter; And three powerful older brothers with tremendous influence found her and doted on her as their precious little sister, protecting her impenetrably. Meanwhile, her ex-husband watched as Vivienne thrived in the countryside, surrounded by powerful figures, then looked at his shrewish childhood sweetheart beside him, regretting so bitterly it twisted his guts. He blocked the village entrance daily begging to remarry. Seeing this, Marcus directly pulled Vivienne into his embrace with domineering force, his gaze ice-cold as he looked down at Edmund , his tone mocking yet commanding: "Nephew, look clearly—she's my wife now. Call her Little Aunt!"

Betrayal was the fire that burned her. Revenge would be the ice that rebuilt her. For eight years, Sophia Woods stood by Lucas Bennett’s side, fighting his battles, sacrificing everything for his success—only to be cast aside for her stepsister, Rose. Broken but not defeated, Sophia swore one thing: she would never be weak again. Then, Alexander Lancaster entered her life. The cold and enigmatic heir to the Lancaster Financial Group, Alexander was a man of calculated power, ruthless ambition, and an obsession he made no effort to hide. "I don’t play games unless I intend to win," he told her. "And Sophia, I want you." He saw the fire beneath her ice, the brilliance behind her scars. He didn’t want to rescue her—he wanted to stand beside her. And in a world where power ruled and betrayal lurked in every shadow, Sophia had no choice but to make a deal with the devil. With Alexander at her side, she would take back everything stolen from her. But she never expected a simple partnership to turn into something dangerously intoxicating. Two cold hearts. One ruthless game. And in the end, only one question remained— Would love be her greatest revenge? Or her final downfall?

【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! #

Margaret Lawton lay trampled underfoot by her impostor sister, who sneered, "Trash like you should crawl back to the countryside!" When she opened her eyes again, the centuries-old matriarch of a renowned medical dynasty had awakened within her. Twirling a silver needle between her fingers, Margaret smirked, "Tell me, dear sister… which acupuncture point do you think would make you laugh uncontrollably for three whole days?" After being brought back to the elite circles of the capital, her fake sister flaunted her piano mastery—only for Margaret to effortlessly play a long-lost ancient composition. When the impostor boasted about her prestigious degree, Margaret simply slipped on her white coat as a revered national physician. Margaret's ears burned crimson as she pushed him away. "Who said I'd marry you?" Undeterred, he slid a black card into her palm, his voice dripping with temptation. "Then why don't you marry me instead? My dowry includes a private island in the Pacific—and me, yours to poke with needles whenever you please."

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.”

Eleanor Walton only realized on her deathbed that her daughter's tragic death from fever was no accident—it was a vicious scheme orchestrated by her ex-husband's family to pave the way for his new bride. They accused her of infertility, seized her dowry, and finally drove her out to freeze to death on the streets. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the bitter winter of 1990— Her daughter was convulsing with fever, while her mother-in-law jabbed a finger in her face and screeched, "You useless hen, get out of our Campbell family!" Eleanor flipped over the brazier with a crash, bundling her daughter into a thick quilt: "May this 'blessing' be yours—may your lineage end with you." With the awakened knowledge of her past life and her medicinal cooking space, she boarded the night train to the capital. Following her memories, she arrived at the heavily guarded compound of high-ranking officials and calmly addressed the sentry: "I'm here to see Alexander Hawthorne. Tell him—his daughter has come to claim her father." Everyone knew the Hawthorne family's sole heir was frail and sickly, predicted not to live past thirty—he'd never even been in a relationship! Until the moment a gaunt, pale man in a white lab coat rushed out, trembling as he cradled the little girl whose features mirrored his own. Eleanor pressed the paternity test against his chest: "Mr. Hawthorne, I'll need your household register. In exchange—" She waved the steaming medicinal soup from her spatial dimension, declaring, "I'll handle all your meals—guaranteed to keep you living a hundred years." The entire Hawthorne household was thrown into chaos. Meanwhile, the notoriously aloof and reclusive research tycoon began returning home punctually every day—just to "sample her dishes." Then one night, he cornered her against the laboratory workbench, his breath scorching: "Eleanor Walton... do any of those herbs in your spatial dimension have a cure for 'missing you so much I can't sleep'?" Her ears flushed crimson as she pushed against him. "Alexander Hawthorne, wasn't this supposed to be just co-parenting?" The man chuckled darkly before sealing her lips with a kiss. "The partnership's leveled up. Now we're collaborating... on making a second child."

Ava Bennett had spent her entire life in a quiet, rural town, far removed from the luxuries of the city. For eighteen years, she believed she was just a simple girl, living an ordinary life. But then, out of nowhere, she was thrust into a world she never expected—a world where she wasn’t just Ava, but the long-lost heiress to the prestigious Bennett family. The reason they dragged her back? Not for a heartwarming family reunion, but because there was a wealthy, comatose man waiting to be her husband. The high society elites couldn’t wait for Ava to slip up. After all, how could a "country girl" like her survive in their sophisticated world? They sneered, whispered behind her back, expecting her to crumble. But to their surprise, Ava outshone them all. "Didn’t Ava Bennett barely graduate high school?" the Bennetts sneered, convinced she’d embarrass them. Ava calmly revealed her top-ranking exam scores and an acceptance letter from one of the world’s most prestigious universities. The Bennetts were left speechless. Then they scoffed at her interest in metaphysics, calling her a fraud, convinced she was just another con artist. But soon, Ava had the most respected metaphysics expert knocking on their door, begging to be her apprentice. Before long, the Bennett estate became the center of attention, with the city’s most influential figures lining up for a chance to seek Ava’s advice. Even Damien Carter, the city’s most powerful man, couldn’t stay away. He wrapped an arm around Ava and declared, "Make way—she’s my fiancée." As Ava continued to defy every expectation, winning over both high society and skeptics alike, Damien could only shake his head with a grin. "Ava, when are you going to pay a little more attention to your future husband?"

Ruth Nolan had transmigrated into a novel—as the fake heiress swapped at birth in a wealthy family. According to the plot, she was supposed to envy the real heiress, scheme against her, and ultimately meet a tragic end at the protagonist’s hands. But she refused to play along! The moment she arrived, she laid down three survival rules: Don’t provoke the female lead, don’t even glance at the male lead, and keep a low profile while quietly building her own life. Just as her "humble" new life was beginning, the seven "brothers from modest backgrounds" who had grown up with her suddenly defied fate—each rising to become an influential powerhouse! Before she could even adjust to her new identity, her brothers had already spoiled her rotten, turning her into their little princess. And then, as if things weren’t bizarre enough, the male lead who had previously called off their engagement suddenly came crawling back. Ruth Nolan crossed her arms. "Sorry, but I’m not interested." The male lead frowned. "And why is that?" With utter sincerity, she replied, "I don’t do second chances!"

Arielle Moore had lost contact with her family for ten years. Just as she finally finds out the truth about her mother’s death and her kidnapping—a group of people who claimed to be the ones to bring her home tried to kill her. She successfully defeated them, but the ship sunk, and she ended up on an uninhabited island. But she won't give up and come back for revenge with a mysterious identity.