Before rebirth, Elizabeth White is the number one mercenary queen in the world, and the number one most dangerous person in the world! Unexpectedly, she slipped up for a moment and died under a weapon she had developed herself. Wait until she opens her eyes again, everyone hates her. She has become the illegitimate daughter of a rich White family, and the charge is to seduce her sister's fiance. Elizabeth:"……" I don't give a shit about a man! This rebirth, Elizabeth is still aiming for the top spot in the world. , A relationship or something? She doesn't have time. But why did some big shot shamelessly cling to her...

Michael Yang, the bar waiter, was kind-hearted to save people but was humiliated instead. On the verge of death, he inadvertently got the inheritance of the immortal doctor and started a different life from then on. He obtained the miraculous medical skills of Chinese medicine, and used it to cure diseases and save lives. He was getting stronger and stronger, all kinds of beauties wanted to gather around him, and he had become the person most hated by men. They wanted to assassinate him, but they didn't know that in addition to medical skills, Michael also obtained super martial arts. He used silver needles to save and used martial arts to kill evil people. Not only did he sweep away people's contempt and ridicule, but he also won the heart of a beautiful woman.

Celeste Whitmore, the pampered only daughter of the Whitmore family, is porcelain-skinned, soft, and adorably naive—basically a living snow-skin dumpling. Miranda Ashford, the Whitmores’ adopted daughter, always puts on a gentle, watery smile while hiding a bellyful of schemes. The two girls are betrothed at the same time—to the two brothers of the Thornton family. Eldest brother Gabriel Thornton is refined and elegant, the acknowledged rising star destined to become a commander. Second brother Wesley Thornton is a dark-skinned, rough-hewn giant at 190 cm, his face all hard angles; rumor says he’ll soon die a heroic death. Miranda has long since done her homework. She secretly swaps fiancés, snatches Gabriel for herself, and leaves the “short-lived brute” Wesley to Celeste. Just then the Whitmore parents are placed under investigation. Eager to settle their daughters before being sent down, they hustle the girls onto military trucks bound for the frontier to join their intended husbands. Clueless Celeste boards the truck with Miranda. Only when they reach the camp does reality hit: Miranda spots the handsome, gentle Gabriel, loops her arm through his, and flounces off with a sweet smile—leaving Celeste face-to-face with a towering, pitch-black, ferocious-looking roughneck. That roughneck is Wesley Thornton. His uniform only makes him look taller and scarier. In the same dependents’ compound, Celeste is constantly compared to Miranda: “Look how gentle Miranda is—perfect match for Commander Thornton!” “Miss Celeste is spoiled rotten, and Wesley’s a brute; their life will be a circus.” Celeste thinks so too. Raised in cotton wool, how can she endure Wesley’s heavy-handed ways—especially at night, when the man’s passion is more than she can take! Then one day a letter arrives from her parents, every word full of concern: “Celeste, how are you and Gabriel Thornton? He has a mild temper; he should be taking good care of you…” Celeste freezes mid-read, four words echoing in her skull: I’m so screwed! She married the wrong room—wrong husband? That night she storms up to Wesley and slaps the letter onto his chest, cheeks puffed, voice fierce: “Wesley Thornton, we messed this up—let’s divorce! I’m going to Gabriel Thornton!” The moment the words leave her mouth Wesley’s face darkens. He pins her against the wall, voice savage yet edged with panic: “I knew it—you’ve always liked my pretty-boy brother, haven’t you?” He leans in, breath scalding, eyes domineering and possessive. “Want a swap? Not a chance! You stepped through my door, you’re mine—don’t even dream of running for the rest of your life!” A snow-dumpling wife delivered right to him—why on earth would he let her go? The whole compound is still waiting for Celeste and Wesley to crash and burn. Instead, they watch the couple shamelessly, sickeningly sweet—the rough officer spoils his snow-dumpling princess rotten. Meanwhile, news drifts in: Miranda and Gabriel are getting divorced. Everyone is dumbfounded: this wasn’t the script! Turns out the one truly pampered to the heavens was always the delicate, darling Celeste Whitmore.

Ye Ranyin, the most feared mercenary of the 21st century, known as the "Night God"! In a twist of fate, she finds herself transmigrated into a small border town as a despised outcast! Her fiancé's family arrives to break off the engagement? Her clan treats her as a discard? In the next moment, she's welcomed back to the imperial capital, becoming the only cherished lady of the Duke's household! From then on, she reveals her extraordinary talents. With the Empress's inheritance, she refines divine pills, crafts extravagant artifacts, tames mythical beasts, and sets up powerful formations! She blossoms with unparalleled grace, stunning the world! With the script of a cherished favorite in hand, she receives endless love from family and friends, while gaining the admiration of countless powerful figures. Her former clan regrets their decisions, and her ex-fiancé wishes to rekindle their relationship. However, a certain crazy and domineering emperor descends from his pedestal, wraps her in his arms, and threatens fiercely: "If you dare accept him, I will destroy the world!" Ye Ranyin holds the man's devilishly handsome face and gives him a peck: "Be good, I only allow you to stand by my side."

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."

Autumn Crawford transmigrated straight into the body of a capitalist heiress in the seventies—only to find her life already on the chopping block. Her reborn cousin was leading a mob to raid her house, denounce her parents, and wait to inherit her property, ancestral assets, and fiancé. The newly-arrived Autumn Crawford: She neatly bled her scumbag fiancé dry of cash and ration tickets, annulled the engagement at lightning speed, then bundled the cousin and the scumbag’s whole family off to the Great Northwest in one neat package. Binding the ancestral space, she emptied the family fortune, grabbed her little sister, and headed straight for the place where her parents had been sent down—reconstruction support starts with me. Human traffickers want to kidnap her? One punch each, plus a silk banner of thanks. Enemy agents stirring up sabotage? Her kicks are sharp; medals and commendations follow. Only… this particular spy case seems to run deeper than expected. And that broad-shouldered, long-legged hunk who keeps hovering around her—his moves are suspiciously slick. Autumn Crawford (on high alert): This has to be the enemy’s “sugar-coated bullet!” She (rubbing hands): …Still, the sugar is undeniably sweet.

A year ago, he'd married into the elite family as a live-in son-in-law—gladly—to save their leukemia-stricken heiress A year later, the heiress was cured and booted him out without a thank-you Now he's sworn to claw his way back as an even higher-tier trophy husband, slap her face so swollen she'll finally learn what “out of reach” really means.

Marcus Fletcher let his mother sweet-talk him with, “The girl on the other side of the bridge, Luna Morrison, is your betrothed you've got to take responsibility,” and, half-dazed, agreed to the marriage. Luna Morrison, urged on by the squad leader's wife who'd once saved her“My son's tall, honest, an officer, and hands over every cent of his pay. If you don't mind, spend your life with him”thought it sounded reasonable. Both figured they were just teaming up to get through life; they clapped hands once and went straight to the registry to sign the papers. They expected a loveless union dull, awkward but their first meeting exploded like fireworks: She charged after a thug with a cleaver; he kicked the man flat onto the pavement. Two strangers beat the bully into howls, moving in perfect sync like they'd drilled it eight hundred times. Come wedding night, the scene turned even wilder. Marcus Fletcher clamped the bankbook between his teeth and held it out to her, eyes feral and fond: “Wife, take it.” Luna Morrison's brain short-circuited; she caught the other end of the book in her teeth too. While other couples spent their wedding night in tender whispers, the two of them counted cash, counted ration coupons, and on the side counted abs, teasing each other without pause.

Five years ago, due to a car accident, William fell from a genius prodigy to being deemed a "fool". Five years later, seven brothers and three uncles of his died on the battlefield on the same day-- ten loyal and brave souls all from one family! At the funeral , when his fiancée—who had broken off their engagement—his incredibly beautiful sister-in-law, who was yet to marry into the family, immediately declared: If you won't marry him, I will! I’m willing to bear children for the Harvey family… William was somewhat nervous: Sister-in-law, please don't do this. I swear I'm not a fool anymore!

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.

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.

For two years, Clara Walsh had cherished what she believed was her marriage certificate—until the day she went to officially register it, only to discover the document was a forgery. Furious, she sought out her husband, Richard Fraser, demanding answers. But before she could confront him, she overheard the truth: the man who had tenderly cared for her for six years had already been married—to her senior teacher—for five. Not only had Clara been used as a smokescreen for their affair, but Richard had also publicly branded her as infertile, forcing her to raise their love child as her own. Disgusted, Clara picked up the phone and called the lawyer who had recently contacted her about an inheritance. "Unmarried. No children. Every last penny—goes to me alone." With icy resolve, she walked out of the Fraser family home. Richard, smugly certain she had nowhere else to turn, waited for her to come crawling back. But then—headlines exploded across the nation. There, splashed across every news outlet, was Clara. Now draped in unimaginable wealth, she stood radiant under the spotlight beside a man who commanded the highest echelons of power. The world watched in awe as they exchanged vows, their union celebrated with envy and admiration from every corner of the globe.

Her husband only touched her when he needed an heir. It took her vanishing for him to finally see her. For five years as Alpha Kieran’s wife, Mira nearly died giving him a daughter—and received nothing but disdain from him and his family for bearing the “wrong” heir. With every cold, calculated touch, she felt less like a mate and more like a vessel. A useful womb, kept only because the woman he truly loved couldn’t risk pregnancy. The final betrayal? Her own daughter, slowly turned against her. So Mira did the one thing they never expected: She disappeared. Now she’s back—not as the pleading Luna they broke, but as a force they can’t control. And when her eyes meet Kieran’s, there’s no warmth left. Only ice. Watch an Alpha unravel as the woman he shattered becomes the one he can never have again. Some regrets last forever. This one is his.

CEO Clara Bates transmigrates into a novel and becomes the cannon-fodder sister-in-law used as a foil for the male and female leads! The original owner was timid, bullied, and locked up in a psychiatric ward? With a new soul inside, Clara Bates starts wrecking everyone on the spot! First—split the family! Snatch everything from the mother-in-law and sister-in-law, driving the ungrateful wolves insane! Then she clings tight to her officer husband for backup and builds a booming career— At first the officer husband stays cool and unruffled—until Clara Bates decides money is all she wants and she doesn’t need a husband. He loses it completely, corners her, and demands, “Take both—me and your career, all right?”

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."

Jade Whitmore wakes up inside a novel only to be drugged and ruined by her scheming stepsister! Her biased family expects her to swallow the insult in silence? She raids her mother’s dowry and her grandma’s gold bars—no mercy! Apocalypse-grade spatial storage plus a spirit-spring jade pendant fuse into one cheat-level combo! Helping others triggers bonus rewards; she coasts straight to victory in this retro era. At night a man sneaks in—she swings a rolling pin, knocks him down, and pins him instead? Eyes lock; they recognize each other at once—he’s the stranger from that night! The stone-faced officer demands to take responsibility; she refuses flat-out. Later… Mr. Pierce squats in the yard scrubbing her tiny lingerie while kids giggle behind their hands and dash away! Jade Whitmore clings to the wall: “Where’s the promised ice-cold soldier king?!”

Seven years ago, she was set up and spent one reckless night with a stranger; dazed by desire, she fled at dawn Seven years on, she storms back with her little darlings in tow—only to discover the “passer-by” she once slept with is now the all-powerful titan of the capital The kids tail the big boss every day until Harrison Slater finally corrals them inside his mansion Sienna Shaw races over, only to be pinned against the wall by Harrison Slater “You stole something of mine—time to return it.” “What proof do you have?” “Let me help you remember…” From the corner to the bedroom, one “reminder” after another, until Sienna Shaw’s last defense crumbles “Fine—we split the kids fifty-fifty… please, just let me go…” “You and the children—you're all mine.”

“I, Logan Carter, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack.” I could feel my heart breaking. Leon was howling inside me, and I could feel his pain. She was looking right at me, and I could see the pain in her eyes, but she refused to show it. Most wolves fall to their knees from pain. I wanted to fall to my knees and claw at my chest. But she didn’t. She was standing there with her head held high. She took a deep breath and closed her wonderful eyes. “I, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack, accept your rejection.” When Emma turns 18, she is surprised that her mate is the Alpha of her pack. But her happiness about finding her mate didn't last long. Her mate rejected her for a stronger she-wolf. That she-wolf hates Emma and wants to get rid of her, but that isn't the only thing Emma has to deal with. Emma finds out that she is not an ordinary wolf and that there are people who want to use her. They are dangerous. They will do everything to get what they want. What will Emma do? Will her mate regret rejecting her? Will her mate save her from the people around them?

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!

Pediatrician Clara Whitman accidentally time-slips to the late seventies. The moment she opens her eyes, she discovers she's been sold at a high price by her heartless uncle's family to be the wife of a village idiot. Meanwhile, their own daughter—Lila Whitman—has stolen her marriage certificate and is living the good life as the bride of a powerful military dynasty. Reborn with full memory of the plot, Clara Whitman tears up the script—she's done playing along! A handful of croton seeds later, her uncle's household is writhing on the latrine; she bolts from the village and heads straight for Beijing to reclaim the engagement herself. But nothing goes as planned: the groom-to-be rejects her on the spot. In a twist of fate she ends up marrying the man's elder brother—nine years her senior, the unattainable "high-altitude flower" William Hayes. Legend says Colonel Hayes has no interest in women and is doomed to leave no heir; yet every night Clara Whitman is coaxed until she sobs and begs for mercy, and after the wedding every pregnancy comes in multiples. When the man seduces her again with "just one more time," Clara Whitman wants to cry: Who said he didn't like women? Total lie! William Hayes, the youngest and most brilliant officer in the regiment, is steady, handsome, his future limitless. Rumor claims he cares for no woman, having pledged his youth to the nation—breaking countless girls' hearts. Then one day word spreads: the colonel has taken leave to honor a seventeen-year-old engagement and married a country girl. Everyone laments: that bumpkin is wasting Chief Hayes! Until the day the cold-faced "King of Hell" William Hayes walks in with a stunning, dewy-eyed lady doctor on his arm—and the room falls silent. "That's no bumpkin!" the crowd gasps. "She's a straight-up goddess!"