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.

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.

After a night of drunken absurdity with her nominal uncle, Pei Yan, Ming Yanxi's life plunged into an abyss. For eight years, she loved him wholeheartedly, yet all she received in return were humiliations and cold stares. Her daughter was exploited by her husband as a kidney donor for his beloved's son, leading to her eventual tear-filled demise. As she decided to end her life clutching her daughter's ashes, Pei Yan was hosting a grand birthday party for his beloved's son. When she woke once more, she was reborn. This time, she swore to make Pei Yan pay! In her past life, he mocked her for her bed-climbing schemes; in this life, she coldly declared she would sever all ties with him. In her past life, she had her works plagiarized by his beloved, and he laughed at her jealousy and narrow-mindedness; in this life, she stepped onto the awards podium, glory surrounding her, trampling on his beloved. In her past life, he favored his beloved and regarded her tears and blood as nothing; in this life, she'd show him the true meaning of heart-rending pain. Pei Yan assumed Ming Yanxi was merely playing tough but would eventually fall back into loving him as she did. However, when she turned around coldly, his hand could no longer catch hers. Desperate, Pei Yan chased after her, red-eyed and begged in a low voice, "Yanxi, don't leave... I only love you."

Vivian Ashford had her entire family murdered by her scumbag husband in her previous life, and she herself was imprisoned and beaten to death! She gritted her teeth: Fill the dimensional space with gold and grain, then drag those enemies out and kill them all over again! Just as she was sharpening her knives, her cousin—who had married into the countryside in her past life—suddenly wanted to swap marriages with her, even throwing in a chest of gold as dowry? Vivian Ashford's expression changed instantly: Only a fool would refuse! Turns out the groom seemed to have mistaken her for someone else? Whatever, might as well roll with it—this one looks even more handsome! The man kept his cold face and drew a clear line: Fake marriage, don't get any ideas. Vivian Ashford nodded: Fine, won't stop me from finding a pretty young thing later. Later, the man pinned her against his chest with desperate force, his voice hoarse with accusation: "Wife... look at me..." Vivian Ashford was stunned: I almost had my puppy lined up, what are you doing?!

She never expected to wake up one week before the apocalypse, but Seraphina Ashford did—clutching a 68-million-yuan lottery ticket and a single vow: stockpile water, hoard food, and keep her brother—who died so horribly last time—alive this round. No more regrets. Then the Spirit Spring System activated by accident. Inside the plain jade bracelet hides an entire mystical realm: an infinite warehouse, marrow-cleansing springs, fertile fields, extinct immortal herbs. While Seraphina Ashford slays zombies, digs out crystal cores, and keeps unlocking hidden system perks, her pockets grow heavier by the hour. But who is this man so lazy he’ll nap in a zombie nest? She handed him one candied-haw skewer on a whim, and now he won’t leave. Fine—his powers are monstrous; she’ll reluctantly keep him as a bodyguard. “Felix Rivers, watch it! What kind of bodyguard sleeps in his employer’s bed?!” The two brothers are furious. They thought they’d picked up a bargain bodyguard—cheap, effective, and grateful for three meals a day. Turns out the guy doesn’t just want their cooking; he’s set his sights on their precious little sister.

In her previous life, Evelyn Hartwell only saw everyone's true faces when she was on her deathbed. The adopted son she had doted on with all her heart turned out to be her husband's illegitimate child hidden for years. Her entire marriage and half a lifetime of devotion were nothing but a scheme by her husband to pave the way for his first love. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the moment when the Hartwell and Caldwell families discovered their babies had been switched. As the real heiress returning to the Hartwell family, she was forced by her biological parents to marry Regiment Commander Blackwood—a vegetative man paralyzed in bed—in place of the adopted daughter for good luck. Once, she had starved herself and fought desperately against this marriage for that scumbag ex-husband, refusing until death. In the end, it led to her family's ruin and her own miserable death. Now completely awakened, Evelyn Hartwell dropped all pretenses entirely. To hell with familial bonds! To hell with love! She wanted none of it! She emptied every last cent from the Hartwell family's wealth without hesitation and accepted this luck-bringing marriage. She'd rather be a wealthy widow than repeat history! Who would have thought that this unwanted, useless bride would be spoiled rotten by everyone in the Blackwood family? Even more absurd—the vegetative husband destined to die in her previous life miraculously woke up! Evelyn Hartwell asked softly: "Um... is it still too late to get a divorce?" Sterling Blackwood chuckled hoarsely: "Wife... what do you think?"

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!

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.

Nancy Hartwell’s dying parents entrusted her to the lower-tier magnate family, the Hawthornes, believing she could live out her days in comfort. Yet at the engagement banquet, the man clasped another woman’s hand and declared, “This is the woman I’m going to marry!” His mother felt no shame: “Just pretend she doesn’t exist; you can still be Julian’s wife!” The man was even bolder: “You can leave, but every penny stays with the Hawthornes!” They wanted her as a concubine and meant to swallow her dowry whole. With shamelessness this thick, if they didn’t go bankrupt, who would?

Reborn into a novel as the doomed supporting character, Scarlett must confront her past loves and the men who wronged her. But as she sheds her innocence and takes control, the tables turn. The CEO, the obsessive ex, and the cunning idol all vie for her attention, but can she trust their intentions? And what will happen when the truth about her past is finally exposed...?

A young boy from a humble bloodline, occasionally inherited from a world-shocking family. Once he woke up, he ascended to the Ninth Heaven. He cultivated the Nine Stars Divine Dragon Technique, condensing dragon vein, forming the Overlord Body. He competed with the prodigies of all the clans, overwhelming all fields, and shocking the Ninth Heaven.

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find a drop-dead gorgeous man with eight-pack abs unbuttoning his pants right in front of her! Only then did she realize she’d transmigrated into a period drama novel as the tragic ex-wife of the male lead. According to the plot, she would soon divorce her disabled husband out of disgust, then spend the rest of her life as the pitiful foil to the transmigrated heroine who would bear the male lead five loving children. Serena Whitmore smiled: The pocket dimension is mine, the male lead is mine, and the storyline is mine too! The transmigrated heroine plans to heal the male lead with a spirit spring? One flick of Serena’s silver needles: “Sterility? Two jabs and it’s cured!” Need cash after the house raid? The space gives tenfold returns—pauper to ten-thousand-yuan household in seconds. No grain for the countryside? She buys up the black market, tenfold returns again, and the whole village dines on canned food. Drought with no water? She drains West Lake in one turn, then irrigates ten thousand mu with spirit spring water. When the transmigrated heroine finally counts down to the day of returning to the city, she finds the husband who should have been divorced gently cradling Serena Whitmore’s waist, his gaze tender: “Take it slow—our little one’s kicking again?” And that spirit-spring pocket dimension she’d marked out so early? It’s long since become Serena Whitmore’s personal warehouse. Nestled in the man’s arms, Serena Whitmore flashes the heroine a lazy smile: “Sorry, darling—” “I rewrote your script.”

Serena Holloway, a top survivor from the apocalypse, found herself transmigrated into the most pitiful cannon fodder in a period novel. The original host had been raised to be meek and spineless by her stepmother. Her biological father had been assassinated and replaced by an impostor, who not only planned to transfer the family assets away but also forced her to marry a closeted gay man, dooming her to a loveless marriage. She was eventually driven out by her in-laws, sold off to some remote mountain village, and died a miserable death. After reading through the plot, Serena let out a cold laugh. "Quite the script. Too bad — I'm the one writing it now." The fake father wanted to move the family fortune to Guangzhou? She immediately switched into apocalypse scavenging mode! Gold bars stashed in the cellar? Taken. Property deeds hidden in the wall cracks? Taken. Even the antique jars buried beneath the pigsty — she dug them all up in the dead of night. Every hiding spot the impostor had, she cleaned out. It left him dizzy with disbelief. "How is everything gone?!" Serena dusted off her hands and smiled innocently. "You hid things so carelessly — I was just doing you a favor by clearing it all out." As for her marriage, Serena sent a telegram straight to her childhood betrothed at the frontier, Ethan Mercer: 'Come back to the city immediately and get the certificate. I won't wait.' Ethan rushed back overnight, still in his military uniform, dust and all. He had barely opened his mouth when Serena grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the Civil Affairs Bureau. "Stop dawdling. I've still got scores to settle when we're done here." Ethan glanced down at the feisty little woman dragging him along by his sleeve, the corner of his mouth curving up slightly. "Alright. Whatever you say."

I died the day before my husband's wedding to his new lover. After six years of marriage, he claimed he was bored and turned to a younger, fresher girl. While I battled cancer, he couldn't even spare me a glance. On the day of my death, I couldn’t resist making one last call to him, my voice trembling with desperation: "Ethan... I'm dying. Could you... come see me?" He hung up without a second thought. "Tell me when you're actually dead." The next day, the hearse carrying my body passed his wedding procession on the street. The man who once hated me most threw everything aside—abandoning his bride, sprinting toward me like a madman... Regret? Too late. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to three years earlier. This time, I decided to let go—to walk away from Ethan Thompson's life for good. But then... *he* lost his mind.

She had loved him for ten whole years. What she got was holding onto the hollow title of Mrs. Ewing. She was obliged to witness his inseparable intimacy with another woman in her presence. With her spirits dashed and her tolerance stretched to its limits, she finally put forward a divorce agreement. His rage exploded, yet he refused to let her go. "Kayla Saunders, if you wish to divorce, bear me a son first!" This damn man. She swore that she would never forgive him.

Modern-day powerhouse Aria Spencer unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a pampered young woman from the 1970s. Opening her eyes, she found herself the cherished jewel of her family. The original host was doted on by ten older brothers and younger siblings, treasured like their very lives. Yet she was schemed against by a malicious, reincarnated rival, kidnapped by human traffickers, and met a tragic end. The reborn Aria Spencer sneered: "Hmph." Revenge was a must—blood debts must be paid in blood! She slaughtered traffickers, crushed scum beneath her heel, her blade sharp but hidden, carving a path of vengeance. Her family? She protected them. Her brothers? She spoiled them. Her enemies? She trampled them underfoot. The plot? Hers to command! With a spatial cheat at her fingertips and a mystical spring at her disposal, resources were never in short supply: While others struggled in poverty, her family feasted on meat and broth; While others wore rags, her household dressed finer than city folk. Her plan? Get rich, secure land, and build an empire—until a certain cold-faced soldier caught her eye. Rumors said he was ascetic, aloof, and indifferent to women. But reality? He handed over his entire paycheck, took care of chores without being asked, crushed her enemies by day, and... attended to her needs by night. Aria Spencer: "What's his deal? Chasing me till my heart flutters—that's cheating!" But then again... he was handsome, formidable, powerful, and utterly devoted. Fine then—she'd spoil him right back!

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?

Reborn as the capitalist young miss in a period drama? And still the cannon-fodder sickly girl? Vivian Hartwell skimmed the plotline and laughed. Golden finger snatched by her stepsister, innocence ruined after being sent down, dying miserably in a foreign land—she knew this script by heart. But sorry, she’d already bonded the spatial pocket first; when others came to confiscate, she emptied the house in one move. Someone tried to poison her? She fainted on cue. Her stepsister thought she’d seized the upper hand and reached for Vivian's golden finger only to fish around and come up empty. “Where’s your golden finger?” “Locked it.” “Your family fortune?” “Donated it.” “How...how can you still smile?!” Sprawled on a soft mat, crunching an apple, Vivian blinked. “I'm smiling because you’re running yourself ragged while I—” She tilted her head toward the window. Beyond the cowshed, a lean man with striking presence was looking straight at her. “I'm planning to start a romance with my untouchable flower. I'm done playing with you.”

After seven years of marriage, Wesley Monroe remained as cold as ice, but Flora Walker always faced him with a smile. Because she loved him—deeply. And she believed that one day, she could melt his heart. But what she waited for wasn’t his love—it was his love at first sight for another woman. His endless devotion to her. Still, Flora clung desperately to their marriage. Until her birthday. She flew thousands of miles abroad to surprise him and their daughter—only to find he’d taken the little girl to be with that woman instead, leaving Flora alone in an empty hotel room. That night, her heart shattered completely. Watching the daughter she had raised with her own hands call another woman “Mom,” Flora no longer felt pain—only numbness. She drafted the divorce papers, gave up custody, and walked away without a backward glance. From that moment on, she ignored both father and daughter, waiting only for the divorce to be finalized. She buried the past and threw herself into her career. The woman everyone once looked down on rose to build a billion-dollar empire with her bare hands. But no matter how long she waited, the divorce papers never came. Instead, the man who once couldn’t stand to be near her started showing up more and more—clinging to her like a lifeline. And when he found out she wanted a divorce, the proud, aloof Wesley cornered her against the wall, his voice low and dangerous: “Divorce? Not a chance.”

In 21st-century Earth, Clara Ashford closed her eyes due to a terminal illness. When she opened them again, she found herself three thousand years in the future, in the interstellar era—and with five children? Everyone doubted she could raise them properly, yet who would have thought that while tutoring her kids, she accidentally became a god herself first? Creator of the super 3S mecha. Savior of the Federation's highest admiral. Cultivator of extinct ancient Earth plants. Terminator of evil star pirates. Celebrity ambassador of the ancient Earth era... As her identities emerged one after another, the entire interstellar populace was left dumbfounded. Someone asked: Were all ancient Earth people like this? The entire interstellar populace: Ancient Earth people are truly incredible!