Bonnie has spent her entire life being broken down and abused by the people closest to her including her very own twin sister. Alongside her best friend Lilly who also lives a life of hell, they plan to run away while attending the biggest ball of the year while it's being hosted by another pack, only things don't quite go to plan leaving both girls feeling lost and unsure bout their futures. Alpha Nicholas is 31, mateless, and has no plans to change that. It's his turn to host the annual Blue Moon Ball this year and the last thing he expects is to find his mate. What he expects even less is for his mate to be 13 years younger than him and how his body reacts to her. While he tries to refuse to acknowledge that he has met his mate his world is turned upside down after guards catch two she-wolves running through his lands. Once they are brought to him he finds himself once again facing his mate and discovers that she's hiding secrets that will make him want to kill more than one person. Can he overcome his feelings towards having a mate and one that is so much younger than him? Will his mate want him after already feeling the sting of his unofficial rejection? Can they both work on letting go of the past and moving forward together or will fate have different plans and keep them apart?

[Scumbag Burned at the Stake + Married First, Love Later + No Forgiveness] Aria Whitmore had been Mrs. Cedric Ashford for two years and walked away with nothing— except a marriage certificate Turns out, even that scrap of paper was fake She’d slaved to build his future while he treated her like a disposable tool Since he never treasured her, don’t blame her for taking everything back. Cedric Ashford always believed Aria was wrapped around his finger; once he wrung the last drop of use from her, he’d toss her a concubine’s title as charity The moment he thought victory was locked, word swept the capital: the bride in the city’s grandest wedding was—Aria Whitmore The long-lost sole heir the Marshal’s mansion had just welcomed home? Also Aria Whitmore. Only then did panic hit him; he scrambled to beg her to stay But Aria no longer cared. With power in her hands and gold in her coffers, why prop up a man who displeased her Besides, the husband she just married is drop-dead gorgeous—and fights tooth and nail to keep her.

Rowena Ashford spent ten years mastering martial arts, slaughtered her scumbag father, avenged her mother's death, and reclaimed the family heirloom celestial pearl. At the brink of death during the final battle, her mother sacrificed her own life to give Rowena her only chance at rebirth. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated straight into the 1970s, possessing the body of a pitiful cannon fodder character. The original owner had divorced parents, all close family scattered to the winds, utterly alone with no support. A swarm of toxic relatives descended like vultures to drain her dry—scheming for family property, pressing their advantage step by step, even plotting to eliminate her completely. Her snobbish fiancé, seeing her family ruined, rushed to break off the engagement with maximum humiliation. Facing this disastrous starting hand, Rowena smiled. Breaking the engagement? She couldn't ask for anything better! Whoever wanted that trash man could have him. She promptly tore apart the rotten people and their rotten schemes, then turned around and married the powerful eldest brother of his family—becoming her ex-fiancé's sister-in-law in one move. Ancient and modern souls perfectly merged, stacking top-tier buffs to the max! For brains, she possessed both ancient and modern strategic brilliance—perceptive, precise in every step, all sinister plots mere child's play before her. For verbal combat, she could dismantle toxic elders and tear apart shrewish gossipers alike, her sharp tongue and overwhelming presence securing her position as the most feared person in the City. For combat prowess, ten years of top-tier martial arts foundation—flying over eaves, close-quarters lethal strikes, her power gauge maxed out, specializing in handling all provocations and challenges. For background, her grandfather had already laid the groundwork for rehabilitation, with official backing and solid foundations, ensuring she could weather any storm with a powerful patron behind her. For her husband, the man she chose was the cream of the military-political elite family, a special operations killing machine—young, powerful, with limitless prospects, the ultimate big shot others couldn't hope to reach. The whole city watched with schadenfreude, secretly pitying her: What a pity, all that sharp brilliance, yet she married an officer diagnosed with permanent infertility, destined to die childless. Rowena, upon learning the truth, secretly rejoiced! Perfect! She feared the pain of childbirth most, and couldn't be bothered raising children—spending their whole lives as just the two of them was practically a match made in heaven! The couple kindly adopted the orphaned children of fallen comrades, believing they would live out their days in peace. Who could have predicted fate's sudden reversal—the supposedly infertile officer's body suddenly went into overdrive! First pregnancy delivered, dragon-phoenix twins bringing double joy! Before the couple could catch their breath, second pregnancy arrived promptly, adding another son! The iron-blooded big shot once condemned to lifelong childlessness directly reversed his fate to welcome three sons and one daughter!

He traveled through time in one day and was reborn in this alienated world! She was the daughter of a rich and powerful family in the capital. It was widely known in the upper-class social circle that she was a high-class social butterfly. She would never refuse men. She found that she had a fatal cancer. On a building that night, she was poisoned by her former rival in love and fell off the building with him. When she opened her eyes again, she found that she had become the princess. It even time-traveled to a mysterious land mass! Cultivation, Spiritual Qi, and medicine refinement? But... the so-called husband looked exactly the same as his ex-husband? What's more, it's a very broken piece of land? "Haha, it doesn't matter. Then I'll just leave it to him and ask him to divorce me with a divorce letter!" When she returned to the General's Mansion, she was still doted on. But she accidentally got into trouble with a man! "Woman! If you dare to provoke those wild men outside again, I promise they won't see the sunshine of the next day!" The man's devilishly handsome face was ice-cold.

Vivian Ashford unlocks the most absurd transmigration in history — she gets her head slammed in a door, passes out, and wakes up smack in the 1970s, coming to in a strange man's bedroom. After absorbing the original host's memories and sizing up her bloodsucking, sharp-tongued family, Vivian Ashford — whose whole brand is shameless scheming — has an instant epiphany: Beat the awful people at their own game, and leave them nowhere to run! Armed with her little red book, she launches straight into ruthless revenge mode, bringing the family that bullied the original host for years to heel completely. She turns her sharp tongue up to full blast and presses them at every step, tormenting the wretches in creative ways: "I've waited on you all for years — you owe me compensation. Pay up, or I'll report you." "Every last bit of dowry a bride is owed, not a penny less — otherwise, I'll report you just the same." When her family demands a bride price from her future husband, she fires right back: "A bride price is feudal nonsense. Bring it up again and I'll keep right on reporting you!" With a series of moves as smooth as flowing water, Vivian Ashford successfully secures her compensation and dowry, then cuts ties with her awful relatives cleanly and completely. To dodge the hardship of being sent down to the countryside, she sets her sights on Nathan Sinclair, a military bigshot desperately in need of an extra pair of hands. Nathan Sinclair, believing his comrade-in-arms was killed in action, has taken in the man's child and urgently needs a woman to help care for the little one. Vivian Ashford volunteers herself on the spot, laying out her terms with cool-headed precision: *"We sign a contract — you pay me forty yuan a month, and I work for you and mind the kid." Forty yuan a month, secured. She's no fool — no way is she suffering out in the countryside. The contract marriage is officially sealed. She follows her convenient husband to live on the military base, quietly scheming on the side to mooch off her awful birth family whenever she gets the chance, squeezing every last drop out of them without a shred of mercy. Armed with her personal inventory space and a mind full of tricks, this scheming female lead turns military base life into her personal playground — delivering face-slaps and revenge at every opportunity. As time passes, the terms of their contract slowly give way to something deeper, and their marriage-first love story reaches peak sweetness. Meanwhile, a jaw-dropping secret about her origins and the hidden truth behind her comrade's death come to light one after another, with twist upon twist upending everything. A vivid ensemble cast where everyone gets their moment to shine — equal parts absurd comedy and heartfelt romance. Watch this scheming, lovably shameless little wife lie her way to the top and rise triumphant in the 1970s. Sweet, satisfying, and utterly legendary! 【Reader Advisory: There's more to the comrade's death than meets the eye, and the childcare arrangement is only temporary. Enter with caution if either is a concern!】

Karen Daly originally thought that she had married an ordinary man. She never expected this man would suddenly become her boss. He actually was the most mysterious heir of Rovio Corporation Inc, the richest man in Asia. In public, he was a cold-blooded, decisive controller among the massive business empire. In private, he was a wolf in sheep's skin, like a real devil. How could he let her go easily?...

"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."

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.

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.

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

Lara Scott only realized on her deathbed that her life had been one big joke— Her parents favored others, her brothers were indifferent, and the entire family doted on her ungrateful cousin Celinda Scott like she was royalty, while Lara got nothing but leftovers, hand-me-downs, and even had her fiancé stolen! After dying a tragic death in the apocalypse, she was reborn—armed with a billion-dollar storage space and dual lightning and plant-based superpowers—only to return to the 1960s! "Steal my family? Steal my man? Let me show you what it feels like to be struck by lightning!" With lightning in one hand to fry scumbags and vines in the other to whip white lotuses, she cut ties publicly in the newspapers and made those toxic relatives beg for mercy on their knees! One day, while casually observing a blind date, she raised an eyebrow and teased the military doctor Ethan Mitchell: The man grabbed her wrist in response, chuckling lowly, "Sharing a table is nothing—how about sharing a life? A small house with three rooms, taking you and your brother to live on a military island. You game?" Lara grinned. "Farming and beachcombing are my specialties. As long as we stay far from trash, anywhere can be home!" Later— Ethan Mitchell pulled her into his arms, his voice tender: "Xixi, my money is yours, my life is yours—everything I have is yours, forever."

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?"

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!

Emily Foster had been cold-shouldered and abused under her own roof—until Mrs. Foster dropped the bomb: she was the swapped fake heiress, and the real one was coming home. Instead of tears, Emily Foster felt a weight slide off her shoulders: this train-wreck of a family? She'd been dying to quit it. The moment her past-life memories and pocket-dimension cheat awakened, she swept every last valuable out of the Foster house—jewelry, deeds, antique vases, gone—leaving only junk behind. One anonymous tip-off letter later, she slung her knapsack, sauntered off to the countryside, and let the Fosters choke on the mess. She'd planned to treat the village stint as a brief layover—then ran straight into her biological kin. Expecting hardship, she was pampered like a priceless pearl instead; instant group-pet mode activated. On a mission nearby, officer Alexander Andrews took one look and was a goner: A dimpled, soft-looking beauty who could out-arm-wrestle the squad and out-sass his commander— the contrast detonated his heartbeat. First glance: hooked. Second glance: sunk. Third glance: already drafting battle plans to carry her home. Alexander Andrews: "You can kidnap me, or I can kidnap you—my whole pack's ready to help either way!"

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.

Elara Whitfield only realized after her rebirth that she was the cannon fodder foil in a period novel—switched at birth, exploited by her biological family after being acknowledged, her entire miserable life serving only to highlight the female lead's happiness. She'd had enough. In this second chance at life, she opened her eyes to hear her birth mother saying outside the door: "Let her come back and acknowledge us, perfect for taking Crystal's place going to the countryside to suffer." Elara sat up, a cold laugh escaping her lips. "Whoever wants to be the foil can have it—this lady isn't playing along!" She refused to acknowledge the family, reported the Barlows for evading rustication along the way, and sent that white lotus packing. Then she boarded a train heading north, space in hand, ready to eat and drink well at the Great Northern Wilderness!

In the final days before the world collapsed, Ivy Brooks died… betrayed by the very people she trusted most. She had fought, struggled, and sacrificed everything just to survive the apocalypse only to be pushed into death along with her three daughters at the very end by her own husband. With her last breath, Ivy made a vow. If she could turn back time…she would never be weak again and of course protect her daughters. This time, she would stand at the top. When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself back in time with her still rounded belly of her third baby.... Twenty days before the apocalypse. Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious system in her mind, Ivy moved without hesitation. She hoarded supplies, secured weapons, and took control of every resource she could get her hands on. While others laughed, doubted, and wasted time… Ivy was building her empire along with her daughters. In this life, she would not be prey but will be an hunter. With danger closing in and only twenty days to prepare, Ivy must outplay enemies both old and new, uncover the truth behind the system, and carve out her own kingdom in a collapsing world. Because this time...she wasn’t just going to survive the apocalypse. She was going to rule it along with a man, a love interest from the past before her marriage collapse. He provided everything Ivy needed. Money especially in change of a marriage with her and when the apocalypse started too....he ruled it with her as well as her daughters.

Eliza's life was destroyed by them: her boyfriend and her best friend. Five years ago, her boyfriend's career was at its lowest point and Eliza sacrificed everything to support him. However, her best friend fooled Eliza to be a surrogate mother. When her boyfriend led a successful career, he dumped Eliza because she had lost her virginity and had babies. It was just an excuse for the affair between the shameless couple. Losing all interest in life, she agreed to marry Mr. Valentine, a disfigured billionaire who likes to torture women in bed. It was said that his two exes died horribly in bed. Eliza didn't know that Mr. Valentine was the man she used to carry babies for. In this way, she got a handsome husband and a pair of adorable twins...

As the Sterling family's fake heiress, Luna Sterling was kidnapped alongside the real heiress—only to be heartlessly abandoned by her parents and brother, meeting a tragic end. After returning from her cultivation in another world, she decisively severed ties with her family. Who needed such biased, unfair relatives anyway? The Sterlings were convinced that without them, Luna would eventually come crawling back, begging for their mercy. But instead, they watched in shock as the elite of the capital clamored to curry favor with her. When the Sterlings sought a partnership with the Terrell Group, the Terrell heiress deadpanned: "Sister Luna says your family is bad luck." When Astrid Terrell begged for an autograph from the reigning film emperor, the A-lister hesitated, glancing at Luna: "Boss, should I... give it to her?" And when the Sterlings tried to cozy up to the capital's most powerful family, the Shields, the youngest and most spoiled Shields heir smirked: "So you're the ones who bullied my sister? Well then—let the Sterlings fall." Filled with regret, the Sterlings groveled for forgiveness, even resorting to emotional blackmail. Luna merely raised a brow: "Do I look like someone who has morals to you?"

【Marriage First, Love Later + Sweet Pampering + Both Virgins + Age Gap + Veteran】 The night before she was supposed to get her marriage certificate, Rachel Caldwell caught her fiancé in bed with her own sister and uncovered her uncle’s plot to steal her inheritance. She and her best friend pulled off a lightning-quick marriage, snatched back her legacy, trashed the scumbag, and tore her relatives to shreds. With the fortune secured and every rat crushed, she was ready for a clean slate. Step one: file for divorce the moment she reached shore. “Big Bro, whenever you’re free, let’s swing by the Civil Affairs Bureau and get divorced.” “No time.” “Please, big bro! The two-month deadline is up. Take whatever share of the inheritance you want—just let’s end this.” “The Whitmore Clan has a rule: no divorces.” “That can’t be right! The very night we got our certificates you wanted a divorce. You can’t flip-flop like this.” “Then we’ll postpone it indefinitely.” Yale Whitmore studied his little wife. Back then, to delay the divorce, she’d used every trick to climb into his bed. He’d given her exactly what she wished for—now she thought she could run? Not a chance. “Big Bro, what will it take for you to sign?” “Fulfill my lifelong wish.” “Name it. Money, power—whatever. I can give you anything.” She was rich and connected now; one man couldn’t be that hard to handle. “Give me a son and a daughter, share three meals a day, watch the turn of every season, and spend a hundred years together.” That was all he wanted—simple as that.