“Happy birthday, Mama!” My daughter, Nora, shouted. But she wasn't looking at me. She was beaming up at my half-sister, Maya. Once the respected Luna of the powerful Erelis pack—I, Elora, am now nothing more than a shadow in my daughter's life–and a forgotten memory in my mate's heart. When betrayal comes wrapped in streamers and fake smiles, I realize the party isn't for me, but for a rival. My chosen mate, Alpha Lucian, is ready to crown my half-sister—his fated mate, and my ultimate rival—as his new Luna. Lucian’s eyes widened as he looked down at me. Then I shoved the divorce papers into his chest. “You don't have to pretend anymore. You win. She wins. As for me? I'm done.” Heart broken but unbroken, I sign away my past and walk away from the only world I'd ever known. But I'm I just leaving quietly? No. Because I'm not just a forgotten Luna. I'm a woman reborn—ready to rise, to reclaim, and to destroy. They took everything from me. And now I would make them wish they had left everything for me.

She was originally a medical school postgraduate from the 21st century, an orphan, woke up to find her world suddenly altered, gray, dusty walls, mud houses, carelessly landed her into the 70s. Her only option was to go with the flow. "Sir, please stop following behind me all the time." "Sir, why are you always wandering in front of me?" "Sir, don't keep tempting me with your abdominal muscles." "Sir, I'm looking for someone to share my life with." Xia Jingchuan: "What a coincidence, so am I." "On the name of the country, I swear, in this life, my loyalty lies with the country and with you." The female lead is very strong, with limitless resources and rare utmost quality. The male lead appears a bit late.

We clearly agreed this was just a contract marriage—no emotions, no entanglements. The moment the contract expired, we would part ways. So why is he still refusing to let go? "Dante, have some shame! Shame! Shame!" A furious scream echoed through the dressing room as Helena glared at the man before her, her eyes burning with rage. But instead of backing down, Dante took a step closer, his tall figure casting a shadow over her. In one swift motion, he pinned her against the cold wall, his hands caging her in. His dark eyes gleamed with dangerous amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips. "If I’m about to lose my wife, what use do I have for shame?" His voice was low, seductive, laced with an undeniable possessiveness. His gaze locked onto hers, making her heart pound violently. "You come back to me," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin, "and I’ll have my dignity again." Her pulse raced. Was he serious? Or was this just another game to him? Either way, she knew one thing—she was in trouble.

On the day the Parker family fell into misfortune, Clara Parker and her sister were both reborn. In their previous life, the frail and sickly Clara followed her father and brother into rural exile, yet thrived with her medical skills—marrying well and building a successful career. Meanwhile, her sister, who chose to remarry into a military leader's family, struggled bitterly in the wealthy household and met a tragic end. Given a second chance, her sister spoke up first: "Mom, Dad, since my sister is delicate, let her go with Mom to the military district for a better life! As for the countryside... I'll go." Clara lowered her eyes, hiding a smile: Fine by me. The greedy, womanizing husband and the snobbish "family" can all be yours. This lifetime's good fortune—it's my turn now. Everyone in the military compound knew that the Collins family's new stepdaughter was a delicate beauty. Fragile and tender, she looked like she'd topple over in a breeze. Whispers spread, and everyone waited to see how this capitalist's daughter would stumble. But later— Her medicinal cuisine filled the compound with mouthwatering aromas, and neighbors lined up to learn her recipes. Her prescriptions worked wonders, even seasoned army doctors sought her advice; With her gentle words, she charmed the three stepbrothers of the Collins family into orbiting around her, and even the toughest little troublemaker in the compound became her loyal follower. But the most astonishing twist? The stone-faced officer who once vowed to "never marry" cornered her in a jeep, his ears tinged red as he handed her a marriage certificate: "Comrade Clara Parker... It's already been approved by the organization. Just sign here." On the wedding day, her older sister, who had rushed in from the countryside, stared at her radiant younger sister surrounded by well-wishers and finally broke down: "How could this be... Did I make the wrong choice again?!"

After her father's death, Annabelle Carter is adopted by the Hendersons. She believes in true love and destiny, but her heart is shattered when she falls in love with the eldest son of the Hendersons, Stefan Henderson. The gorgeous, billionaire, Stefan Lucas Henderson, meets Annabelle Carter when she is just 17 years of age. Although he desires her immensely, he has to part ways due to unavoidable circumstances. However, destiny gives him a second chance after four years and he comes face to face with her when his grandmother is hospitalized. What does destiny have in store for them? Will they fall in love or will they drift apart when Stefan's past catches up with them. Find out, and enjoy.

[Group Favorite + Multiple Identities + Face-Slapping + Sweet Revenge] To force her into a divorce, Nina Marshall—who had lost her memories—was handed over to a complete stranger by her own husband. With her heart turned to ashes, she signed the papers. But a single car crash brought every memory flooding back, and she finally remembered she was the darling of the world. Her max-level parents: "Anyone who dares bully our baby girl? They'd better be ready to pay with their lives!" Her ten overprotective brothers: "The weather's getting chilly—let's bury the ones who hurt Nina six feet under." A certain hidden big-shot looked at Nina Marshall, feigning grievance: "They've already handled everything. What's left for me to do?" Nina Marshall hooked a finger under his chin, her smile bewitching. "Your job… is to love me." [She's strong; he's stronger. Together they crush every obstacle—specializing in taking down anyone who dares say no.]

Cutting ties, I emptied the whole family's assets and snatched the jade ring from the scumbag: "Want to marry rich, stepsis? Go be a breeding machine for that loser instead!" Rumors spread like wildfire that the poor officer was infertile? One night, he hoarsely whispered between kisses, "Darling, let's have a little sister for our boys." Shocked, she asked, "You can have kids?"—only to end up begging for mercy every night. Soon, the officer's wife gave birth to multiples, shocking the entire compound: "I thought he was sterile? This fertility level could blow up your ancestors' graves!" Years later, she became a business tycoon, cherished like the apple of his eye, While her stepsister survived on scraps, wailing, "I should've been the step-mom back then!"

Catherine Whitmore woke up inside a period-era novel as the capitalist family's seventh daughter—born of a concubine—and discovered she'd been swapped into a marriage the moment she opened her eyes. “The childhood betrothal to the He family in Liaoning—Laner's health is too delicate for the northern cold, so you'll take her place.” Catherine massaged her throbbing temples; after digesting the original host's memories, she smiled. In the original plot, the very day the girl reached Liaoning her so-called fiancé Harrison Blackwood married someone else The original host was forced to wed a groom, her dowry stolen, and finally framed for treason—she dashed her head against the He ancestral shrine and died. But this life she had someone else in mind. “Mother is right.” Catherine signed obediently, then slipped straight into the Shen family vault That night every brick of the Shen century-old hoard was hauled away until only load-bearing walls remained—even the gold bars tucked behind ancestors' tablets vanished into thin air. Then she hopped on the north-bound train; in its window glass glinted her icy smile: “I'm not going to marry—I'm going to be their ancestor.” Three days later at He's gate Harrison wrapped an arm around his new bride and sneered at Catherine: “Catherine Whitmore, even if you knelt and begged I wouldn't marry a woman like—” Before he could finish, a military jeep screeched beside them The door swung open; army boots hit dirt; epaulettes carried cold stars of rank. The man peeled off white gloves, pulled Catherine into his arms before everyone, and swept his frigid gaze over gaping Harrison: “Didn't your father teach you greeting your elders?” “Say hello—little aunt.”

Emma Smith had returned after five years of being missing and presumed kidnapped. She had expected her husband to weep with joy at the sight of her, overwhelmed with emotion. But to her shock, he had long since reported her disappearance as an accident, obtained a death certificate in her name, and remarried—a wealthy socialite who now stood as his new wife. At the grand banquet, the socialite publicly humiliated Emma, tearing open old wounds with vicious rumors and sneering that she should have stayed dead. All the while, her former husband stood by, refusing to utter a single word in her defense. Just as Emma, helpless and heartbroken, turned to leave, the heir of the most powerful family in the city pulled her into his arms. His eyes glinted with dark amusement as he murmured, "Emma Smith, if he doesn't want you... I do."

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."

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.

(End of the World + Rebirth + Space + Multiple Pets + Stockpiling + Daily Life + A Unique Space System!) Acid rain, blizzards, extreme cold and heat, insect plagues, mutations... After struggling alone in the apocalypse for ten years, she was tragically killed due to other people's treachery. In her second life, she seeks revenge, hoards supplies, and raises an army of mutated dogs! She fills her shopping cart with fried chicken, snail rice noodles, cola, and chips! However...there seems to be something strange about the direction of the space upgrade... The "garbage disposal machine" takes in household waste and spews out random supplies? The "love ranch" changes animals based on her mood, and today's animal is an...elephant? The "happy farm" seems fine at first glance, so why is it producing generators?

Over the span of their three-year marriage, Thaddeus dutifully supported his wife as she went from debt-ridden to billionaire. He thought they were on their way to a fairytale ending. But a divorce paper turned his world upside down. Holding the unique pendant his mother had given his wife on their wedding day, he felt as if the past three years were merely an illusion. People expected that he would be crushed after stepping away from his wealthy ex-wife. However, behind his hidden identity, the real whirlwind of events was just about to unfold...

【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! #

Algernon Benson came back to life only to find his superstar girlfriend ready to dump him. Nobody knew his head was packed with endless songs, scripts, and blockbusters from another world. Sophia Allison: Algernon Benson, I'm a headline act and you're just… ordinary. We don't fit. It's over—stop clinging! Algernon Benson: Fine. From this second on, we’re square. Not long after, Algernon Benson exploded across the industry and was crowned the Entertainment King. Sophia Allison: Algernon Benson, I messed up—let's get back together. Algernon Benson: Get lost.

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!

Evelyn Ward, the heir to a prestigious medical family, died a hero—yet her greatest regret was never having had a boyfriend. But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying beside a man whose face and physique were everything she'd ever dreamed of. Overjoyed, she assumed this was the heavens' compensation—a steamy dream come true—and wasted no time indulging herself! Only later did she realize, with horror, that this was no dream. She had somehow traveled back to the 1970s or '80s—and the man she'd slept with was none other than Jack Frost, the notorious "Re-Educated Youth" whom the entire village feared and avoided! Terrified, Evelyn packed her things and fled overnight, not daring to linger. She thought the matter was behind her—until a month later, when she discovered she was pregnant. Left with no choice, she found a secluded place, gave birth to an adorable son out of wedlock, and raised him alone, hiding their existence for four long years. Just when she thought they could live peacefully forever, the man from her past—now a far cry from the struggling intellectual youth—showed up at her doorstep! Dressed in a crisp military uniform, his posture imposing and his presence commanding, Jack Frost had transformed into a high-ranking officer from a powerful family, his future blazing with promise. His intense gaze locked onto her before shifting to the little boy beside her—a carbon copy of himself. His voice was deep, firm, and unyielding: "Evelyn Ward. You've been running for four years—hiding my son pretty well, haven't you?" Evelyn stared at the officer, then at her clueless child, on the verge of tears. How had the intimidating youth from back then turned into a military officer?! Now, her secretly born son was completely, undeniably exposed!

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.

“Daddy, please! Please don’t do this!” I begged with my hands. “It’s done, Tegan, the contract is signed. You will leave tonight to be the Alpha King’s contracted mate. You will bare him an heir within three months, or you will regret it!” He roared out, his face showing me just how angry he truly was. I silently wept at the cards fate played me. I will be nothing more than a baby-making machine for the cruelest Alpha known Ezra Hendricks. Tegan Declan was a shy she-wolf who was born deaf. Starting a new life as a disabled wolf in a new pack. She is the new contracted mate to the Alpha king, Ezra Hendricks. “Being deaf was a quality I would hate my son to have. As a wolf, you need all your senses to be able to lead, protect, and stay alive. Lacking hearing would not benefit anyone, it could lead to mass destruction and the loss of many lives. It would not be a good quality for a king. This brought me back to my question. What makes her think she is fit to be my Queen? I want to know what she thinks her strengths are. Would they outweigh her weaknesses?”

Celebrity Chef Emily Reed suddenly found herself transported back to the 1970s, reborn as an overweight village girl whose reputation had been ruined by a scumbag's schemes. Even more absurdly, the moment she opened her eyes, she was forced into a compromising situation with a cold, aloof male intellectual sent to the countryside for re-education. The scumbag promptly called off their engagement, and the entire village clamored for her to take responsibility for the young man. Emily Reed: "No thanks, this isn't trouble—it's destiny and a golden opportunity rolled into one!" She thought she'd married an ordinary intellectual, but it turned out her husband was a powerful figure from the capital living undercover! Shedding his rugged disguise, he revealed himself as a high-ranking official and an utterly devoted, doting husband. "Sweetheart, earning money is exhausting—let me take care of you," he offered. Watching Emily thrive in both career and love, her scumbag ex-husband was green with regret: "I was wrong—please take me back!" Emily wrapped an arm around her influential husband and retorted with a smile, "Too late. My spatula is for cooking, not for scraping up trash!"