Contract Marriage+Kickass Heroine+Hidden Identity+Regret For two long years, Aria Smith devoted everything to Ethan Holt, convinced she was his beloved Luna and his fated mate. Until a trip to replace her lost marriage certificate shattered every lie. Ethan had never loved her. Her closest best friend Clara was his real destined mate. The adopted son Aria had raised with all her love for two years was actually their biological child. Before she could process the brutal truth, a sudden call overturned her whole life. She was not a lonely, powerless human orphan as she had always believed. She was the sole legitimate heir to Vincent Smith's staggering cross-realm fortune, inheriting his massive business empire that dominated both human and werewolf worlds. Her heart completely broken, Aria made her choice without hesitation. "I am single. Legally, I have never been anyone's wife." She cut off all ties with the Silver Creek Pack and stepped into her rightful identity as a billionaire heiress overnight. Ethan and Clara mocked her relentlessly. They believed the helpless human orphan could never survive outside the pack, and she would soon come crawling back begging for forgiveness. They never foresaw the day they met again. When Aria returned, she was no longer the humble, gentle human Luna who lived for Ethan. She stood powerful, wealthy, and untouchable, holding unmatched commercial power that shook the entire werewolf realm. And right by her side stood a dominant, peerless Alpha King—someone far more powerful than Ethan could ever dare to rival, ready to burn the whole world down for her revenge.

Rosalind Mercer transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the pitiful foil in a contrast setup. Parents dead, grandparents indifferent, uncle and aunt oppressive—the whole village waited to watch her get trampled into the mud by the female lead. She glanced at the script. Then she tore it to pieces. She reclaimed her spiritual spring space, sent her rotten grandparents to the hospital with rage, reported her scumbag uncle for his misdeeds, and snatched every opportunity meant for the female lead. Along the way, she befriended several future big shots—moving herself from "the foil" straight into "don't mess with" territory. Almost forgot—she still had a cheap husband: Nathaniel Holt, the military district commander barely mentioned in passing in the book. Rumor had it this man was notoriously fierce. One word from him could make an entire company cry. Punishment drills could break a platoon's spirit. On their wedding night, Rosalind Mercer shrank back slightly. "You're so scary..." The man glanced at her. "You want a divorce?" She shook her head. He withdrew his gaze, voice going rough. "With you—I'm only fierce in bed."

Six years ago, she was framed by her stepmother and lost her innocence to a mysterious man she'd never met, forcing her to flee to a foreign land. Six years later, she returned with a pair of twins, only to run headfirst into a cold and arrogant CEO.

After graduating from university, Sophie Grant inherited a remote mountain farmhouse from her grandmother. But the farm was overgrown with weeds, the buildings were dilapidated, half the kitchen stove had collapsed, and even the roof was leaking. As she pulled weeds, she wailed, "Is there anyone who can help me fix the roof and clear the fields?" The next second, a twelve-year-old girl popped out from the grass: "Weeding? Easy peasy—just give me some wild veggies!" Then, a wiry old man who looked to be in his fifties strode into the yard carrying a shoulder pole: "Fixing roofs and rebuilding stoves are no problem for me, but what in tarnation is this 'cement tile' you speak of?" To meet their "wage standards," Sophie racked her brain to come up with suitable compensation: A few cents' worth of cold medicine, a couple dollars' worth of brown sugar, and wild veggies and fruits from the farm—enough to send the temporary workers home overjoyed. From then on, Sophie became known among the time-traveling laborers as the best employer ever, the kindest savior goddess. The system dinged with rewards: —Temporary worker satisfaction at 100%: Reward—one solar power system! —Job positions increased: Reward—one pack of miraculous seeds! —Hiring quota met: Unlock permanent workers! Looking at the gradually revitalized farm, Sophie rolled up her sleeves: One small farmhouse down—next stop, grand estate!

“Mine. You are all mine, Torie. And I will kill any man that gets any close to you.” He swears. When I feel the heels of Graham’s hand grind my clitoris, I stand on tiptoes, my hands circling around his neck for stability. I feel Graham pushed into me, and I moaned. “Tell me to stop, little bird. Tell me to stop touching you.” Graham mutters, his teeth biting my lips, drawing it out with passion. This is my cue to stop this, but when I open my mouth, my brain betrays me. “Mmm... More, Graham.” I moaned out. Revenge is a glass of wine I sip on while I watch my Ex-husband crumble before me. Nothing could prepare me for the day I caught my husband fucking my best friend on his office desk. The hurt I felt serving him those divorce papers and begging my family to accept me as the heiress of The Blackwood Group. Now, I am contracted to a billionaire with a dark past who thinks I am his play thing. And that man is my ex-husband's uncle!

Brandy Rivers, a survivor of the post-apocalyptic world, was an avid reader of satisfying era novels. While others hoarded food and supplies to survive the apocalypse, she took a different path—obsessively collecting books and miscellaneous items, daydreaming of escaping to a peaceful era far from the constant life-or-death struggles. Her wish finally came true. After her death, she unexpectedly transmigrated into a true-and-fake-daughter era novel, becoming the tragic cannon-fodder real daughter who shared her name. The original owner had suffered half a lifetime of grievances—mistreated by her foster parents, then forced by her biological parents to take the spoiled fake daughter's place and endure hardship in the countryside. But Brandy Rivers, now awakened with transmigration memories and her portable space, refused to play along! She cleanly severed ties with her cruel foster parents. Faced with her biological parents' emotional blackmail and blatant favoritism, she showed no mercy—stripping her birth family bare of assets and cutting all familial bonds before heading to the countryside alone. No melodramatic suffering, only unbridled freedom! She expected to live quietly in peace, but little did she know—a devastatingly handsome cold beauty was hiding among the educated youth. He turned out to be clingy yet persistent, accompanying her daily through farm work and trivial matters without complaint, silently guarding her side. Facing his gentle and enduring devotion, Brandy Rivers raised an eyebrow with a faint smile and reluctantly agreed: "Fine. Let's try having a sweet romance and living well together." The aloof beauty doted on his wife tenderly. Together day in and day out, their love grew over time—transforming dull rural life into something sweet and stable. What surprised her even more was that scattered teammates from the apocalypse gradually found their way to her. Reunited across worlds, they once again stood shoulder to shoulder—each thriving in their own field with full capability. With space resources at hand, beloved partner by her side, and loyal teammates at her back, Brandy Rivers carved out a brilliant life uniquely hers in this ordinary era.

Serena Whitmore's boyfriend of six years cheated on her—and with her best friend, no less?! Serena felt like all her bad luck had converged on the day she returned to T City. She'd come back secretly to surprise her boyfriend, only to get the shock of her life at her best friend's place instead. Betrayed by both of them, she went out to drown her sorrows and ended up passed out on the street, blocking a random car. And damn, the driver was gorgeous. Serena wrapped herself around his leg: "Take my clothes off, get me cleaned up, I'm yours." The next morning, she left a few hundred bucks on the nightstand and slipped away without a sound. Five years later, she returned with three impossibly cute babies in tow. A random job application landed her face-to-face with their father! What?! He's my boss—the filthy rich, loaded, obscenely wealthy CEO of the Sterling Group?! Dominic Sterling: "Woman, why so distant? You weren't like this five years ago." Serena: "...Please, I just want to grab my kids and run."

Five years trapped in a cellar, Sophia Hastings was sold out by her fake family—Olivia Green stole her life, and fiancé Ethan Taylor sold her for a hundred bucks. She dies biting Olivia's throat out… then wakes up before going to the countryside. Now her necklace space awakens. Sophia takes back her job, sends Olivia to the frozen frontier, and cuts Ethan loose for good. On the road she meets soldier Joshua Stone again— and years later, he stares at the child in her arms, shocked: "That… looks like me."

Eight weeks before my wedding, I caught my fiancé Jarrod Getson cheating at the bridal shop. The other woman was wearing the wedding gown I had reserved, yet he said she looked better in it. For seven years, I co‑founded Vanguard Industries alongside him, rising with him from nothing to the pinnacle of the industry. He saved the other woman's contact under the name 181 Seconds — not some fleeting three‑minute infatuation, but that one extra second he chose to give her. He even mocked me to his friends, claiming I would never leave him. But not this time. I flushed my ring away, sold our marital home, and signed the asset‑separation agreement… After I cut every tie of our seven‑year romance, Skyler Henwood — the man I had once rejected in marriage — came back into my life. Jarrod's eyes glistened, raw with desperation. "Clementine, don't go." This time, I get to choose who I want.

Camille Laurent was stolen at birth. Swapped by a greedy nanny, abandoned without a second thought, and erased from her rightful place in one of the most powerful families in the country. While the real heiress struggled to survive, the nanny’s daughter, Talia, was raised in luxury as the beloved jewel of the Laurent family, pampered by Camille’s parents, adored by her three brothers, and even promised to the prestigious Matteo Devereux through a childhood engagement arranged by their grandparents. Then the truth came out. Six months ago, Camille was finally brought back to the Laurent family. To protect the family reputation and prove their devotion to their bloodline, the Laurent patriarch transferred 35% of his personal shares into Camille’s name overnight, instantly making her one of the wealthiest heiresses in the country. It brought anxiety to all the Laurent family. But what they don’t know…is that Camille never needed them. Behind her elegant smile lies a woman filled with secrets powerful enough to shake the whole family. She's a miraculous healer capable of curing the incurable poisons. Yet despite everything, her family still chooses Talia. Every accusation against Talia is forgiven. Every scheme against Camille is brushed aside. Even Matteo, the man who was supposed to be Camille’s fiancé—cannot let go of the woman he always believed belonged by his side. But while the Laurent family underestimates Camille, another man begins to see exactly who she is. Dante Moretti. The ruthless heir of an old-money dynasty. A billionaire CEO worshipped by the public…and the merciless king of a criminal empire hidden beneath the city’s glittering surface. When Dante is poisoned by a rival syndicate with a deadly toxin no doctor can cure, he offers a fortune for anyone who can save him. Only Camille can. Their deal is simple: she becomes his personal physician, and he gives her anything she wants.

The apex titan of the elite, the Whitmore Clan, has finally found its little princess—lost for more than three years and living rough on the streets. The moment the news breaks, the entire city reels. Theodore Whitmore slams the table: “Spoil her—spoil her rotten! Whatever we missed these three years, we’ll pay back tenfold!” The cold-eyed business emperor who commands a commercial empire—Eldest Uncle—lowers his gaze like a blade: “Every single person who ever bullied our cub will be hunted down and settled with.” Second Uncle, whose cooking skills are literally worshipped, answers gently, “From now on, all three meals of the day are on me. Every delicacy under heaven will be carried to her table.” Third Uncle, the star partner of a top-tier law firm, issues a warning: “Lay one finger on my baby and I’ll make sure you rot in prison till the end of time.” Add to them the miracle-working physician Fourth Uncle, the A-list movie king Fifth Uncle, the haute-couture genius Sixth Uncle, the wilderness survival legend Seventh Uncle, and the youngest uncle who rules the shadow realm… All eight superstar uncles deploy at once, pampering their niece with no ceiling in sight. If the little milk bun wants a star plucked from the sky, the uncles will fetch it; if she wants the moon fished from the water, they’ll scoop it up. Whatever she asks, the whole world is laid at her feet. Just as the tiny dumpling is being worshipped online as the happiest princess alive, the silent, all-powerful guardian who has watched over her from the shadows finally steps forward and stakes his claim in public: “Grainne is my daughter. Everything best in this world belongs to her alone.” The eight uncles unsheathe their metaphorical swords in unison, forming a wall in front of Grainne, aura blazing: “Want to steal our treasure? Get past all eight of us first!”

In the hotel, Vivienne Whitmore looked at her husband of five years and her former best friend, her expression remarkably calm. The mistress was riding high on arrogance. Vivienne tossed down a stack of cash and said indifferently, "This is your hard-earned compensation for servicing my husband. Which young master doesn't keep a few unsavory side pieces? If this were ancient times, I'd be the one arranging to take you in as a concubine. Now, get out." The mistress fled in panic. Vivienne slammed down the divorce papers. "Let's divorce. I'm pregnant, and the child isn't yours!" Maxwell flew into a rage and tried to strike her, but Vivienne Whitmore kicked him flying with one blow. Later, the child's biological father came knocking. The man lifted her chin and said coldly, "Just where do you think you're running off to with my baby in your belly?"

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!

Elara Sinclair had assumed that Theodore Ashford—that ascetic, taciturn, utterly unattainable magnate—could never possibly develop any interest in his "former niece-in-law." Yet one day, she found herself pinned against his chest, his fingers trailing somewhere decidedly improper. "Little Elara," he murmured, "have you been wanting me to hold you all along?" Only then did she realize with a jolt—she'd wandered straight into a wolf's den, and no one was coming to save her. She'd planned to slip away quietly, only to find herself drowning in the Ashford family's overwhelming affection— Mrs. Ashford slammed her hand on the table: "Whoever disrespects my future granddaughter-in-law gets their legs broken!" Mr. Ashford solemnly declared: "The mistress of the Ashford family must be none other than Elara!" The eldest Ashford brother transferred a billion yuan: "Here! Don't think it's too little, sorry for the delay." The eldest sister-in-law presented a family heirloom: "My good-for-nothing son doesn't deserve you!" The second brother lined up a crowd of men: "Anyone who bullies you, beat them to death!" Even her ex-boyfriend stood weeping silently in the corner: "So... I was just a plot device the whole family used to push your romance forward?" The entire family in unison: Yes! At least you have self-awareness!

By a twist of fate, she became the dazzling Young Miss of the Miles family. When the real heiress showed up, she chose to stay, only to find herself entangled in a premeditated plot, resulting in dishonor and misery till the end. Given a second chance at life, when the real heiress showed up, she—the counterfeit heiress—left without hesitation. She tightly held on to what had been taken away from her in her previous life. Tearing down the wicked women and kicking away the bad men, she rose to the pinnacle. She thought she would have to fight alone, however, her real mother stepped in, "Who dares to bully my daughter, I'll fight them to the end!" Her brothers vowed, "Little sister, we've got your back!" Astor declared, "Whoever dares to bully my woman, is seeking death!" Wait a minute, when did she become his woman?

Stella Avery, the only daughter of the richest man on the planet, had just picked up her limited-edition supercar when, while rubber-necking from a bridge, the crowd collapsed the iron span—and she plunged straight into a melodramatic period novel. She woke up as the capitalist heiress of Harbor City in the book: the original owner was arrogant and vicious, always at odds with the heroine, and ended up dying a miserable death. Armed with the plot, Stella Avery sneered: whoever wants to be cannon fodder can be; she only wants to make money and torment scum—she won’t wrong herself for anyone. Her stepmother plots to send her to the countryside? She plays along, then flips the script and ships the whole step-family to the barren northwest to eat dirt. Her stepsister wants to steal her opportunities and marry her off to a deadbeat? Stella slips her a fertility potion and lets the girl reap what she sowed. A mountain of ancestral assets at home? She opens her massive harbor-space and empties the place—down to the one hair for the parasites. Once the mess is cleaned up, she rolls her bedding and heads to the countryside overnight—only to run straight into her childhood betrothed: Chandler Hawthorne. The man has sword-sharp brows, star-bright eyes, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Already a regimental commander at a young age, he hands over his salary and does all the housework—utter perfection. Stella slaps the table on the spot: this marriage, I’m taking it! After a lightning wedding and moving to the army base, she lands an official post; her surgical genius slips out and she becomes the revered “saintly hand.” Pregnancy after pregnancy follows, and she’s pampered by her husband and every bigwig in sight—life is pure bliss.

In her previous life, she was betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, and died full of resentment. Reborn, she returned to ten years ago and had a great epiphany. With her ability to read minds, she tormented her ex-boyfriend, tore apart the despicable people, and avenged her past life's hatred! She originally planned to divorce her shotgun husband quietly after her revenge, but who he suddenly changed his mind...

In the 17th year of the Republic of China, barely after losing her adoptive parents, Lillian was sold by her uncle for ten silver dollars to the Marshal's estate—to be a "healing bride" for the young commander who was on death's door. Yet no one expected that the moment she took the Marshal's hand, the young commander—who had been comatose and clinging to life—suddenly opened his eyes! From that day on, the entire Marshal's estate began taking an unexpected turn: "Mm-hmm," she nodded cheerfully. "They say I'm adorable and want to help me~" Lillian clapped her tiny hands. "I'll accompany the Governor to gemstone gambling!" With a confident pat, Lillian explained, "The little squirrels know which stones have treasures—their noses are super sharp!" From then on, the Governor's mansion reversed its misfortunes, becoming the most prosperous household in the land—envied by all!

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.

One IVF mistake. Two billion dollars. One very possessive Alpha. I thought I was saving my mate. My fiancé, my future Alpha—he was lying in a coma after a rogue attack. Desperate to give him an heir, I turned to IVF. But the lab made a mistake. Instead of his seed, they implanted me with the genetic material of Logan Vale. The most powerful, most feared, and most untouchable Alpha in existence. Now I’m carrying his heir. And he’s not letting me go. *** "You underestimated me, little Omega," he growls, his eyes burning like molten gold. His grip is iron on my waist, his voice a dark promise against my throat. "I don't just want the pup. I want all of you. Every inch. Every scream. Every time you call my name." His lips brush my ear, hot and merciless. "Now get on your knees. And this time? You stay." But I'm not that fragile Omega anymore. Something inside me is waking up. Something ancient. Something that even Logan Vale might not be ready for.