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."

Darlene Davis found herself transmigrated into the tragic supporting character of a period novel— Her conniving stepsister had not only stolen her billionaire fiancé but also schemed to marry her off to Ethan Carter, the "doomed-to-die-young" military officer. The original host had worked herself to death, leaving three children either dead or disabled? With a cold smirk, Darlene flipped the table. "I’m the kind of person who lives for myself. Cross me, and I’ll make sure your whole family regrets it!" First, she emptied her scumbag father’s secret stash of money. Then, she made a fortune writing articles while searching for her long-lost mother. Finally, she set her sights on that stone-faced special forces officer: "Comrade Ethan, let me read your fortune—you’re missing one crucial thing in your life: me. Marry me, and I guarantee you’ll live to a hundred!" Ethan frowned. "My duty is to serve my country. I have no time for romance." He started leaving work half an hour early every day just to shower, earning him endless teasing from his comrades: "Old Ethan, afraid of stinking up your delicate wife and kids again?" His ears burning red, the man retorted with mock severity, "My wife is soft and sweet, my children are tender—you roughnecks wouldn’t understand!"

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.

After working herself to the brink of exhaustion, Sawyer Yates decides to quit her demanding job and open a small grocery store. Despite the skepticism from her family and friends, who doubt her venture will succeed, Sawyer is determined. She’s not seeking a fortune; she simply wants to live comfortably without the stress of late-night shifts. Little does she know, her grocery store becomes a hotspot for various unusual customers who appear at midnight, bringing with them items from different worlds. From a young prince on the run who trades his jade pendant for basic groceries, to a tribal chief searching for farming tools who offers up peculiar herbs, and a woman surrounded by zombies who offers sparkling diamonds in exchange for food. Even bored immortals who come to watch TV dramas and interstellar nobles desperate for long-lost vegetables flock to her store. To Sawyer's surprise, instead of failing, her grocery store thrives, attracting a steady stream of eclectic customers and unique products every day. Meanwhile, the strange occurrences in her store propel her to unexpected heights, taking her community along for the ride.

"I will be responsible for you." After that, he solemnly made a promise. "Oh." She lowered her head and agreed obediently. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, when she was out of his control, she immediately turned hostile. "Only a ghost needs you to be responsible, lunatic." "..." As a twenty-two-year-old senior doctor, the favored daughter of the mysterious ghost doctor family, unexpectedly became a married woman? Or a half-beast... princess? When they met again, he forced her to the corner of the wall. "My Lady, you have taken all the advantages, but you still want to escape?"

Vivian Harper only learned the truth on her deathbed her entire twenty years of life had been stolen by the Montgomery family, who had used her as nothing more than a “luck puppet.” They’d snatched her as a baby for her fate of boundless fortune. When she opened her eyes again, she was bound to a [Favorability System] that could trade goodwill for grain, medicine, and supplies an instant cheat code So Vivian decisively went to the countryside to become the team’s darling. Her new parents adored her to the bone, her three older brothers took turns spoiling her, and her little brother guarded her every day. She led the whole family in foraging wild delicacies and earning work points; their days grew brighter and richer until the entire village wept with envy. Along the way she picked up a “little fool”: handsome, strong, and the moment he saw her he called her “wife.” Vivian pushed his approaching face away. “I’m not your wife.” The fool wasn’t upset; he pulled a grimy milk candy from his pocket and placed it gently in her palm. “For my wife to eat.” She sighed since she couldn’t shake him off, she might as well marry him! After the wedding, the little fool worked for her by day and clung to her by night; their days were honey-sweet. Then one day the fool regained his senses he wasn’t a fool at all, but a big shot with a dazzling military background. A very pregnant Vivian stared blankly: no one had told her that when she picked him up!

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.

Betrayed by her best friend and left to die miserably by her fiancé, Now reborn, she vows to make the scum pay! With the apocalypse looming, her first priority is stockpiling supplies—and adopting a retired military dog to fight by her side! Not only does she expose the cheating pair, she cuts them off completely. When the apocalypse hits, the two grovel at her feet, begging for food— but she doesn't even spare them a glance. Meanwhile, her space evolves an unexpected ability—turning trash into treasure. Every piece of junk she tosses in transforms into rare, vital supplies?

Abandoned, abused, and betrayed, Emily Parker met her tragic end in the fourth year of the apocalypse. But fate granted her a second chance—she awoke two months before the catastrophe began, now bound to a Gold-Devouring Supermarket System. With enough gold, she could unlock the supermarket's vast sections, gaining access to endless supplies. Typhoons… torrential rains… insect swarms… extreme cold… scorching heat… viruses… earthquakes… acid rain… eternal night… The apocalypse descended. While stockpiling supplies, Emily steadily unlocked the supermarket's zones, never worrying about resources again. Until… Her deadbeat father, who had once abandoned her, oozed false sweetness: "Sweetheart, you've suffered so much. Hand over your food—I'll keep it safe for you." The relatives who had abused her shamelessly demanded: "Emily, we're family. We should share everything!" The backstabbing best friend and toxic ex-boyfriend groveled: "Emily, please… just a sip of water…" To them, Emily—now living in comfort—responded with icy indifference: "Why don't you decide… who dies first?" Years into the apocalypse, Emily had witnessed every shade of human cruelty. But then, someone braved the storm to take her cold hand, their gaze tender yet resolute: "Emily… we've made it to the light."

Maxwell Sterling—radiant as moonlight on a breeze—was born into blue-blooded nobility, the golden boy worshipped on every pedestal For four years everyone knew Natalie Monroe was the name carved on his heart; one staged “betrayal” later they crashed out of love in tatters Five years on, he pins her to a wall, eyes blazing with world-ending hatred: “If you vanished from my life, then vanish completely—don’t ever let me see you again.” “Done,” she fires back, clean and sharp He hates her to the marrow… yet still goes crazy for her, still loses control because of her When the truth breaks open, he traps her against the door, eyes blood-shot: “Pay with your lifetime—marry me. Your debt is mine to carry.” #SecondChanceRomance #ElitePower vs. Lawyer #TorturedLove #GrovelCentral #ReverseGrovelette Main Story: Maxwell Sterling / Natalie Monroe (tortured love / sweet-angst) Side Story 1: Grant Sterling / Chloe Summers (marriage-first-love-later / sugary fluff) Side Story 2: Iris Sterling / Julian Ashford (secret-crush-come-true / bittersweet)

Ashley Sullivan is forced to marry Edwin King, the ruthless heir rumored to be dying, all to replace her sister. But this mute bride hides a powerful secret—she’s a miracle doctor. On their wedding night, she realizes Edwin is the same man she saved the night before, the one who stole her first kiss. He plans to humiliate her, but she shocks him by taming his wild tiger and saving his grandmother with a single needle. When he demands to know who she really is, Ashley meets him with a cold smile and a needle at his throat. “Mr. King, it’s time we settle the score.”

In a world on the brink of destruction, survival is the only rule. Tropical cyclones, floods, scorching heat, earthquakes, tsunamis, insect plagues, acid rain—one disaster after another shattered civilization, turning the world into a brutal wasteland. Fallon Bennett fought tooth and nail for three years in this nightmare, only to die in the end. But fate grants her a second chance—she wakes up three days before the apocalypse. Armed with the knowledge of what’s to come, she refuses to suffer the same fate. This time, she’s ready. With her reclaimed spatial ability, she kicks into overdrive—buy, buy, buy. Stockpile, stockpile, stockpile. Food, weapons, medicine—everything needed to survive in a world stripped of order. She tracks down the loyal dog that once saved her life, preparing for the chaos ahead. But Fallon isn’t just stockpiling supplies—she’s settling scores. The undeserving will pay for their deceit, the wicked will face retribution, and those who once showed her kindness will be repaid a hundredfold. When the world crumbles, she stands tall. A knife in one hand, her loyal companion by her side, she rides the storm of destruction, unyielding and unstoppable. Let the apocalypse come—this time, she’s ready. But just as she secures her safe haven, a chilling message flashes across her screen—"Warning: Incoming Unidentified Lifeforms." The apocalypse wasn’t just about natural disasters… Something far more terrifying is coming. And this time, she might not be the only one who remembers the past.

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.

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.

Everyone thought Astrid married up. What they didn't know-she was always the one out of his league. For two years, Astrid was the silent force behind the Ellsworth empire. She played the obedient wife, stayed out of the spotlight, and turned a crumbling corporation into a market leader-all while being treated like a disposable accessory. When her husband Kieran brought home his "true love" and asked for a divorce, she didn't cry. He thought she'd fall apart without him. Instead, she rose-faster, higher, and fiercer than anyone imagined. Now, world-class corporations fight for her signature. Top medical institutes beg for her guidance. Powerful men compete for her heart. And her ex? He's watching, helpless, as the woman he threw away becomes the one woman he can never reach again. Now he kneels, pleading for forgiveness. She doesn't even slow down.

[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.

Five years ago, her entire family framed her, and her husband William Parker silently consented, forcing the pregnant Emily Griffin to take the fall for her sister Isabella Morgan and go to prison. Five years later, on the day of her release, William didn't come to pick her up. Instead, he was throwing a celebration, holding their son in his arms while standing beside Isabella—a picture-perfect family of three, sweet and warm. The twins she had risked her life to bring into the world—her son now called another woman "Mom" and cursed her as a murderer, while her daughter had tragically passed away, leaving not even ashes behind. Heartbroken, she demanded a divorce on the spot. But William shielded Isabella, accusing her of making a scene and embarrassing everyone. That very night, she drafted the divorce papers, relinquished custody, and walked away, returning to her career. Later, she revived her master's legacy, reclaimed her title as the inheritor of porcelain restoration, and rose to global fame. Her senior brother returned from abroad, ready to go through fire and water for her. Even the arrogant young master who once swore to kill her began pursuing her relentlessly. Her parents fell to their knees, weeping and begging for forgiveness: "You're our only daughter. Please come home." Her two older brothers, who once scorned her, now held her tightly, pleading, "We were wrong. Don't disown us, okay?" Even her ungrateful son clung to her leg, throwing a tantrum: "Mom, I'm your real son! Don't abandon me..." And that domineering man—William Parker—tore up the divorce papers right in front of her, eyes burning red as he cornered her against the wall: "Emily Griffin, in my world, there's no divorce—only widowhood!"

"What's wrong, kitten? Am I getting you riled up?" he asks teasingly. I turn away from him, hoping he won't see how much he's pissing me off.  He knows I hate that fucking nickname, but he hasn't stopped calling me that since we were little. "I told you to stop calling me that," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady. "And I told you that I would never stop calling you that." I grind my molars, feeling my frustration rise. "You're such a dick. Why is that my nickname anyway?" "Because you always have your claws out, but when it's time to scratch and bite, you're practically harmless." A bitter laugh bubbles out of me as I turn back to him. "Fuck you. I could claw your damn eyes if I wanted to." "Sure, you can, Kitten," he says again, grinning just to piss me off more. "But just in case those claws don't sink deep enough, keep in mind that you can always call on me, Niko, and Mace if you're in trouble." Why does he keep saying that? I don't need them, I never have. Not even when my dad was murdered. I never let anyone see me cry and wiped my own tears in private. Just like Daddy would have wanted from his tough girl.  "He's right, sweet girl. You can call us if you ever need us," Nikolai adds, emerging from the house and joining us. Mace appears right behind him.  Oh, great. Here are all three dumbasses.  ***** TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK. THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM sex At twenty-three, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his asshole best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.

As a top-tier agent-doctor, Quinn Hartwell never expected to transmigrate—only to wake up as a dying young wife in the famine-stricken sixties, facing seven scrawny, wailing children. Worse, her own birth family wanted to sell the kids for grain! Quinn Hartwell sneered, snatched a cleaver, and marched straight to their door. “Lay one finger on my kids, and your whole clan goes bald.” So what if it’s the Great Famine? Armed with a spatial pocket and master-level medical skills, she hunted in the mountains, traded herbs for grain, and fattened all seven children into rosy-cheeked dumplings. Even better, each child turned out to have a gift: Alexander possessed superhuman strength, the second child could dismantle and build anything, the third spoke the language of beasts… Seven prodigies, each rowdier than the last. Then an old letter revealed their father’s identity—“Scorpion,” the living King of Hell in the Northwest Military Region. Without hesitation, Quinn Hartwell bundled up the seven wonder-kids and set off on a thousand-mile journey to find their dad. When the cold-faced King of Hell, Nathaniel Sterling, returned from a mission, he found seven little turnip heads squatting in perfect formation outside the barracks. Alexander looked up and handed him a letter. “Uncle, are you our dad? Mom says if you don’t want us, she’ll go to the next village and find a Mr. Doggart to be our father instead.” Nathaniel Sterling’s face darkened. He spun around and cornered Quinn Hartwell, who was trying to slip away. “Mr. Doggart? I’d like to see which Doggart dares take this job.”

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find herself trans inside a novel—right after her real body had been declared brain-dead. She was now the stepmother of five future villains, and her brand-new husband had died on the battlefield almost as soon as the wedding ended. The five kids who would one day implode into blackened, plot-derailing disasters were still pitiful little things: hungry, cold, homeless. A “Villain-Correction System” shackled itself to her. Mission: farm, raise the cubs, give them a warm childhood so they’d grow up straight and bright and never break the storyline again. Just when everything was running smoothly, the system informed her that a father figure was essential to the villains’ healthy growth curve. While Serena Whitmore stared at that problem in despair, a tall, lean, devastatingly handsome man showed up at the gate. “Wife, I’m their dad.” The guy who’d supposedly collected his death-coupon in chapter one was suddenly alive—turned loyal-dog-slash-big-bad-wolf whose only hobbies were spoiling his wife and competing with his own children for her attention. Shameless man: “That’s my wife. If you want one go find your own.” Little radish-tops: “That’s our mama!” Man: “Not blood-related—doesn’t count.” Reading Notes Main tag: farming + child-rearing; daily chores and firewood-oil-salt-rice. Will NOT turn into palace-or-harem intrigue! Not happening! ML type: traditional loyal foodie on the outside, sly fox inside; career goal = spoil wife. Note: 1v1 double-clean!! (Kids are NOT related by blood!)