Ever since his father's passing five years ago, Abbott had been appointed as a squad leader in a desolate prison. Little did others know that this seemingly ordinary facility was actually a high-security prison housing the most notorious villains. Responsible for supervising and preventing the escape of these dangerous inmates, Abbott's role was far from ordinary. Unfortunately, his fiancée, unaware of the true nature of the prison, believed it to be just like any other. Failing to see Abbott's potential and future prospects, she called off their marriage. Little did she realize that Abbott possessed incredible power, earning him the title of the supreme God of War!

Frost Lawson opened her eyes and found herself transplanted into a period drama as the cannon-fodder ex-wife destined for a miserable end. On their wedding night, her husband abandoned her to “comfort” his widowed sister-in-law. Frost Lawson flipped the table on the spot, summoned the whole village to watch, tore the scumbag to shreds, and beat the white-lotus widow black and blue. They wanted to embezzle her father’s pension and seize his house? She took every last coin of their funeral savings too. They planned to trade her father’s military honors for promotions? Dream on—she stripped the man of every rank and ruined his future. Gossip claimed no one would want her after a divorce? She turned around and force-married the disgraced capitalist heir currently undergoing re-education—Lincoln York. From then on, their lives flipped upside-down. The scumbag and the widow went hungry; she and Lincoln York ate meat at every meal. The scumbag huddled in a drafty, leaking shack; she lived in a grand three-story villa. The scumbag, green with regret, knelt at her door begging to remarry. Lincoln York shielded her pregnant belly, voice icy yet possessive: “Darling, don’t look at him—he’ll dirty our baby’s eyes.” Before marriage, Lincoln York had loftily declared: I’ll never marry into a family, and certainly not a village girl. After marriage, the once-proud young master carried a washboard and pleaded pitifully: “Darling, please don’t make me sleep in the study tonight—I want to share your bed…”

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.

Natalie Whitmore was set up, lost her innocence, and was thrown out of the house by her husband. Four years later, she returned to her home country and saved a mysterious man. She had assumed he was just an unemployed drifter, never knowing his true identity was that of a wealthy CEO. While staying at her place to recover from his leg injury, he specifically warned her: "I have zero interest in single mothers, so don't even think about getting any ideas." Natalie Whitmore rolled her eyes. "Please, could you be any more full of yourself? I would never fall for some freeloading good-for-nothing invalid." Later, after his leg had fully healed, he still refused to leave. Exasperated, she said: "Get out already. I'm barely scraping by raising three kids on my own—I sure as hell don't have money to support another deadbeat like you." He pulled her into his arms. "It doesn't matter if you're broke. Money is literally all I have, and I'd give you every last cent of it." With that, he placed an unlimited black card in her hand. "Oh wait, that's not quite right. Now I have two things—my money... and you."

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.

NB- THIS BOOK CURRENTLY CONTAINS BOTH BOOK 1 AND BOOK 2 OF THE CHAOS SERIES BOOK 1 CHAOS - YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG LADY, MY MATE (BOOK 1) Underestimated... That is what I have been almost all my life just because I am a female, a woman, a lady... but I understand... this world is filled with egotistic and chauvinistic men that need to be taught a lesson and I am more than happy to do so... My life has never been all fun and roses... I still had my mum and brothers but it will never be the same without my father. I may be of age. Far past the finding your mate age but that doesn't mean I am in a hurry to get a mate not that I don't want one. I do but I'm just not in a hurry. But the goddess and fate as always did the exact opposite of what my heart desired... they brought my mate to my doorstep and I took it with a determined heart but I was in for a surprise. My mate wanted another yet he didn't want to let me go. He wanted to eat his cake and have it. Forgetting that life doesn't work that way. He welcomed me into his home and pack with a happy face yet I was being disrespected, ridiculed and pitied behind my back. I may act ignorant but I'm no fool. I like to plan my actions before I take it so that I would be well prepared for the consequences that may follow. And as usual my new pack comes first before my needs but that doesn't stop me from showing my mate that he messed with the wrong bitch. Because I was named CHAOS for a reason. I am going to tear into his conscience and torment the living daylights out of him for I may be a bitch. But I am nobody's bitch... ********************************************************************************** * BOOK 2 COLD HURRICANE- YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG LADY, MY MATE (BOOK 2) I would like to bring to your notice that this is book 2 of this series and can be read as a standalone, but I can assure that you would enjoy it more and get a better understanding of the thread of the story if you read the first book of the series. …. For years, I have walked this realm and have watched cities rise and fall, kingdoms conquer and be conquered, families made and broken, couples who promised themselves forever grow old and wither away. At a young age, I left my father's realm to live with my grandfather because he was the only one who could help me. The only one who truly understands what I was going through. I had to watch my father from a distance as he struggled to make head and tail of what was left of his own family and life. I wish I could help him but somehow I found myself blaming him for what happened to us. My mother... My dear mother, though heartbroken decided to go back to her home realm and head grandfather's army and start a charity. I guess she decided to give back to those poor helpless kids what she couldn't give to her other son, my dead twin... If only she knew! Well after spending so much time alive, I realized that I haven't really lived my life as I have wanted, and I figured it's about time I did so. Having lived in my grandfather's shadow for a long time and with my coronation as King just around the corner, I needed to go out there before I am trapped here for the rest of my life... Little did I know that my world was about to capsize and after living at peace with my significant other, he finds something he wants to fight over. Something he was willing to go against me for even if it meant that the world will find out the truth about us. As if they didn't fear me already for being an entirely new specie on my own. For being a new bloodline of unknown powers and weakness. They have no idea how worse it actually is. Worse than they could have ever imagined. My name is Xavier Sebastian River and this is our story. …. UP TO 3 CHAPTERS UPDATED EVERY WEEK. SPANISH TRANSLATION AVAILABLE.

Caught her fiancé in bed with her stepsister? Charlotte Hayes didn't hesitate—she dumped the cheating scum on the spot… only to impulsively marry his uncle in a whirlwind romance. What started as a marriage of convenience quickly turned into something more when her new husband began ruthlessly crushing her enemies and spoiling her rotten. But the way he looked at her grew increasingly… intense. "Divorce!" Charlotte groaned, rubbing her aching back. "I can't take this anymore!" To which the shameless man merely smirked and pulled her closer. "Fine. You get everything—the fortune, the assets… and me." Rumored to be a cold, untouchable billionaire with a heart of ice, Alexander Fletcher was supposed to be immune to love. Yet after the wedding, he became utterly obsessed—clingy, possessive, and insatiably jealous. Now, Charlotte had a new problem on her hands: a husband who refused to let her go.

Ruth Nolan had transmigrated into a novel—as the fake heiress swapped at birth in a wealthy family. According to the plot, she was supposed to envy the real heiress, scheme against her, and ultimately meet a tragic end at the protagonist’s hands. But she refused to play along! The moment she arrived, she laid down three survival rules: Don’t provoke the female lead, don’t even glance at the male lead, and keep a low profile while quietly building her own life. Just as her "humble" new life was beginning, the seven "brothers from modest backgrounds" who had grown up with her suddenly defied fate—each rising to become an influential powerhouse! Before she could even adjust to her new identity, her brothers had already spoiled her rotten, turning her into their little princess. And then, as if things weren’t bizarre enough, the male lead who had previously called off their engagement suddenly came crawling back. Ruth Nolan crossed her arms. "Sorry, but I’m not interested." The male lead frowned. "And why is that?" With utter sincerity, she replied, "I don’t do second chances!"

Caroline was rejected by her mate of four years, because she was scentless.A flaw no werewolf could accept. Her mate proposed to her cousin instead. That night, heartbroken and humiliated,she let her best friend drag her to a masquerade ball. She gave herself to a masked Alpha, mysterious and devastatingly handsome. They didn't exchange names. Just one wild night of hard kisses and rough touches. He pinned her against the wall, his powerful body grinding into hers while she moaned beneath his hungry mouth. What she thought would be a sweet one-night affair turned into an unexpected pregnancy. Three years later, Caroline has rebuilt her life in a new pack, hiding her past and raising her son. But her new boss, Alpha Draven, is ruthless, controlling, and dangerously attractive... Especially those violet eyes, the same ones she sees in her son every day. Alpha Draven torments her at work, yet she challenges him at every turn. He doesn't know she's the woman he's been searching for since that fated night. While he's still hunting for his true mate, He has no idea she's already in his office... and has been raising his heir.

Molly Whitfield was reborn with a heart full of hatred—this life, she would never swallow her anger again! Faced with the scumbag father and stepmother who sold her off in her previous life? She flipped tables, smashed bowls, and shattered pots—venting her fury first! Cutting ties, transferring her household registration, and heading straight to Grandma's house—she became the apple of everyone's eye! Rebirth came with heaven-defying golden fingers, plus a spatial spirit spring and traditional Chinese medicine inheritance? She emptied out the scumbag father and stepmother's family fortune, letting them reap what they sowed. Hunting in the mountains, she got entangled by a little tiger dead set on becoming her pet? Reluctantly, she took it in! Ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms running wild all over the mountains? She was going to strike it rich! Discovering an arms depot, uncovering spies, racking up merits one after another! She aced the college entrance exams and got into a top medical school, becoming a grandmaster of traditional Chinese medicine! Married her first love, gave birth to dragon-phoenix twins, and led Grandma and her uncles to a good life— The scumbag father and stepmother? How come they're begging on the streets now?

"No wolf. No family. Harmless. Useful. The second I am done with her, the Luna title is yours." Eira Crawford heard those words through her husband's office door. For four years, she had been Sebastian Hale's hidden mate. She managed his household, entertained his relatives, cleaned up his messes, and lived on the three thousand dollars he gave her each month like charity. Even buying a new coat required an explanation. But for his first love, he casually prepared three hundred thousand dollars in research funding. To Sebastian, Eira was nothing more than a wolfless Omega from an orphanage. A quiet, obedient wife with no pack, no power, and no value beyond being useful. He had never introduced her publicly as his Luna. His family treated her like a servant. His sweetheart mocked her as a woman who could only survive by clinging to an Alpha. So Eira stopped crying. She recorded the affair, filed for mate dissolution, and placed the divorce papers in front of Sebastian. Even then, he thought she was throwing a tantrum. He signed without hesitation, certain she would come crawling back once she realized no one else would want a discarded, wolfless Omega. He was wrong. The woman he left at home washing dishes was a Stanford-trained electrical engineer. The "useless" wife he ignored was the hidden chief engineer behind a national self-developed chip project. Her movements were classified. Her disappearance could alert the federal authorities. Her name, once revealed, was enough to shake the entire scientific community. And Sebastian knew nothing. After walking out of his house with nothing but her freedom, Eira crossed paths with Killian Sterling, the coldest and most powerful Alpha in the north. He did not know her name yet, but his wolf recognized something in her that everyone else had missed. Meanwhile, Sebastian finally realized that Eira was not bluffing. He searched the entire city like a madman. For the first time in four years, he publicly called her his wife. He demanded she return. He begged for another chance. But by then, Eira was no longer waiting in his house. She was seated at the Sterling Pack's dinner table, dressed with quiet confidence, while the most feared Alpha in North America stood beside her. In front of everyone, Killian Sterling placed his hand at her back and said coldly, "Eira is not anyone's discarded Omega." "She is my Luna."

As a man with severe social anxiety, He had only just crossed over to this parallel world when his stepmother dragged him off on a blind date. Little did he expect that one misstep would plunge him straight into a whirlwind "flash marriage"! His plan was to maintain a purely "fake marriage" with his new wife—no strings attached, no disturbances. But she turned out to be unbelievably clingy, mysteriously absent during the day, yet impossibly tender and affectionate every night... Everything changed the day his novel was picked up by a film company for a TV adaptation. While casually flipping through the materials for the female lead, his entire world was turned upside down. "Is this a joke?! The biggest superstar sweeping across Asia… is actually my little wife who cuddles on the sofa every day begging for hugs?!"

A max-level bigshot reincarnates as an 18th-tier black-and-red celebrity in the entertainment industry, getting blacklisted by the entire internet? Vivienne Ashford sneered, turning a terrible hand into a royal flush—top streamer in entertainment, most commercially valuable female artist, youngest triple-crown Best Actress in Chinese cinema... The antis knelt and called her daddy. Tearing apart scumbag men, kicking vicious women to the curb, crushing trash and slapping faces all the way to an unstoppable comeback. Divine physician, top-tier hacker, jewelry appraisal master—her alternate identities kept dropping one after another. One day, paparazzi secretly photographed Vivienne Ashford having a private meeting with the richest man Leighton Vance. The haters went wild; the entire internet exploded. "That scheming bitch actually dares to covet our daddy tycoon! Sisters, tear her apart!" That same day Leighton Vance posted on Weibo whipping out a marriage certificate. "My wife. Who dares?" The entire internet trembled: "We're scared..."

Sexual compatibility mattered when choosing my husband. Love mattered more, so I chose Dean Harper. For four unforgettable hot years, he was my best friend, my true love, and my husband. Then, one day, I handed him divorce papers. When he asked me why, I buried the truth and smiled. "Because you're poor. I can't love a poor man forever." He didn't argue nor did he beg me and simply accepted my decision. I wanted him to make things right, but he didn't even try. Our divorce agreement had one final condition, one last night to have sex before we walked away from each other. The next morning, he disappeared, leaving behind a bank card... and enough money for me to "take care of the burden." He knew I was pregnant and put the decision on me. Four years later, Dean returned as a billionaire tycoon, and my new boss. He saw our son and kept digging to find out if that was his son, but I kept manipulating everything and lied to him for one solid reason. He was here for revenge but also confused me. He gave me priceless jewelry, shielded me from every danger, insisted on making me his girlfriend again, and shamelessly demanded that we should make babies. The strong burning pull between us was so strong I couldn't resist either time he touched me. If he hates me so much as he pretends, why does he still kiss me like I was his precious piece.

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.

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?

Cast out overnight and mocked as a fraud, Emma fled to the countryside, only to uncover a world she never expected. Her grandmother, a hidden tycoon, commanded wealth beyond imagination, while her long-lost parents were revealed as national researchers. Before she could process it all, Edward—a ruthless figure from the capital—cornered her with an unyielding demand: "Marry me, and the world is yours." When her adoptive family crawled back, begging forgiveness, Emma’s icy glare was her only reply. "Leave."

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!"

Top-tier medical saint Serena Caldwell transmigrates into a 1960s doormat? Mother-in-law wants to sell the kids, father-in-law wants to cut off food, husband missing—neither dead nor alive? Serena Caldwell sneers: Silver needles pierce acupoints, fists smash scumbags! Sever ties, split the family, empty the warehouse—then flip and take down human traffickers! While others gnaw on tree bark during the famine years, she brings five kids to feast on meat— Eldest: divine strategist; Second: born with godlike strength; Third: speaks beast language; Fourth: clairaudient; Fifth: blessed by koi fortune. Serena Caldwell hoists her medicine chest: "Brats, let's go! Find that deadbeat dad of yours!" Healing the sick, beating villains all along the way—crashing straight into an iron-blooded military zone— Turns out the deadbeat dad isn't just alive—he's the youngest war-god commander?! Serena Caldwell corners him against a wall, hand outstretched for money: "Hey you—child support for five kids. Pay up?" The soldier king looks at five mini-versions of himself, eyes rimmed red: "Wife, I was wrong—I'll pay child support with my whole life!"

After her mother's suicide, Anna called her father and uncle from the police station. Her father hung up without a word, while her uncle coldly told her to drop dead. Tears welled up in the three-year-old's eyes—until a large, warm hand settled gently on her head. "Want a dad?" With ruthless efficiency, Ethan Marks scooped up the sniffling little girl, tossed her into a sack, and carried her home. The entire family was in an uproar. Grandma, the iron-willed matriarch: "Bring over the latest luxury collections! My precious granddaughter gets first pick!" Billionaire Dad: "If anyone dares bully you, fight back. From now on, I'm your shield." Reclusive Uncle: "Sweetheart, all my earnings are yours. Be my daughter, won't you?" Older Brother, the family's little tyrant: "My sister is the cutest in the whole world!" Anna, who had braced herself for a life of misery, rubbed her big, doe-like eyes in utter bewilderment. Wait—was she actually the family's new treasure? Not one to take kindness for granted, little Anna repaid them in her own way. She chatted with flowers—and uncovered a corporate spy in her father's company. She whispered to grass—and miraculously healed her uncle's paralyzed legs. She confided in trees—and helped catch a murderer. She gossiped with cabbages—and discovered that her stern, no-nonsense grandfather was secretly henpecked. Every day was a whirlwind of jaw-dropping revelations and sweet revenge, and Anna couldn't have been happier. Then, out of nowhere, her deadbeat biological father showed up, demanding custody. Ethan Marks cracked his knuckles. "Try stealing my daughter. I dare you." Without even glancing at the man, Anna buried her face in Ethan's chest. "I only have one dad." As her birth father watched in speechless, seething regret, the infamous "Grim Reaper" Ethan Marks broke into the brightest smile of his life.