"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."

Lily Sherwood and Victor Sutton had been an enviably loving couple for forty years, treating each other with respect all their lives. Everyone praised her for marrying well, calling her life complete. It wasn't until she was reborn to the eve of their engagement that she finally woke up. The so-called forty years of devoted marriage had been nothing but her own one-sided wishful thinking and self-delusion from beginning to end! In her previous life, she had married Victor Sutton in grand style, becoming the enviable wife of a diplomat and living a respectable, glamorous life. But in this life, Victor Sutton—also reborn—with malicious intent, secretly swapped the marriage agreement first and turned around to marry her younger sister. Her sister sneered triumphantly: "Sister, Brother Victor should have been mine all along. This lifetime, I'll enjoy all the glory and wealth for you!" Forty years of deep affection and obsession became an enormous joke overnight! To silence public criticism, the Sutton family forcibly pushed Lily Sherwood onto Theodore Vance—a disabled officer rumored to have severely injured legs who would spend most of his life paralyzed in bed. Everyone waited to laugh at her, convinced her life was completely ruined. Theodore Vance, originally bedridden and half-dead upon hearing he'd been forcibly given a different bride, sat up in shock from his deathbed illness on the spot. He abandoned his dejected appearance, immediately ordered top-tier betrothal gifts prepared, and married Lily Sherwood in grand fashion. After marriage, this iron-blooded military young master completely transformed into a gentle loyal dog, giving all his careful favoritism to her. Late at night, Lily Sherwood woke with a start and caught the man leaning over her nearby. She froze in bewilderment: "What are you doing?" Theodore Vance's eyes brimmed with tenderness. His voice low and lingering with emotion he smiled openly: "Doing everything a qualified husband should do." Meanwhile on the other side Victor Sutton who'd successfully married the sister was utterly dumbfounded. His home was chaotic with constant quarrels marital conflicts escalating by the day his career full of obstacles and setbacks at every turn—his days were an absolute mess! In contrast Lily Sherwood whom he'd discarded like worn-out shoes saw her fortune soar after marriage carrying natural husband-boosting luck raised by Theodore Vance's family as their precious pearl living a thriving prosperous life!

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?

“I have an offer for you.” A dangerous chuckle drifted through the phone. “What offer could my rival's mate possibly have for me?” My heart pounded so violently I was certain he could hear it. “What you've spent years hunting,” I whispered. “The evidence that will destroy Cassian... and the entire Silvercrest Pack.” The silence that followed was somehow more terrifying than his voice. “What's the catch?” Alpha Kael's voice was a low rumble through the phone. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the words past the fear threatening to choke me. “Marry me.” My voice barely rose above a whisper. “Make me the Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack... and I'll hand Cassian to you on a silver platter.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lyra Ravenwood gave up everything for her mate: her pack, her family, and the future she'd dreamed of. She loved Cassian Voss with every piece of her soul, but he repaid her by burning years of her hard work, cheating on her with her own bridesmaid, and making a decision that stole the future she'd never get the chance to choose. But Cassian made one fatal mistake. He underestimated what a betrayed she-wolf is capable of. Armed with stolen evidence of his fraud and corruption, Lyra turns to the one wolf powerful enough to destroy her mate: Alpha Kael Hart, the cold, ruthless ruler of the Bloodmoon Pack and Cassian's greatest rival. Her offer? Everything he needs to bring Cassian to his knees. Her price? His ring, his protection, and his name. Because when Cassian realizes his broken wife has chosen his greatest enemy... He'll finally understand what it feels like to lose everything. And this time... Lyra isn't fighting to save her marriage. She's willing to destroy it.

At fifteen, Clara Whitfield lost her father in the line of duty. Later sponsored by the youngest son of the Caldwell family, she was discovered by Old Master Caldwell to be a descendant of an old friend and taken in to be raised by the Caldwell household. Nathan Caldwell was noble and upright, exceptional since childhood, attending the finest military academy—undeniably the most favored son of heaven in their compound. Clara Whitfield, raised in a small county town, struggled terribly upon entering the compound. She stuck out like a sore thumb in this new environment, ostracized and mocked. It was Nathan Caldwell who shielded her from behind, taught her to move forward, to become someone better. In young Clara Whitfield's heart, Nathan Caldwell was a ray of light—the one who saved her from that gloomy, self-loathing time. Later, when Nathan Caldwell wished to go abroad for peacekeeping missions, circumstances led him to marry Clara Whitfield through Old Master Caldwell's arrangement. At that time, his heart held only grander ambitions and aspirations; romance was far from his mind. Clara Whitfield was someone he knew inside out—if she was willing to marry, he would wed. Nathan Caldwell always believed their smooth marriage was because Clara Whitfield wanted to change her awkward position in the Caldwell family. He never knew he had been her first youthful crush come true—the fulfillment of a girl's secret longing. Later, when Clara Whitfield learned that Nathan Caldwell felt no real love—that his so-called devotion was merely superficial responsibility—she left without hesitation. Only then did Nathan Caldwell discover: it was he who had unknowingly fallen along the way; he who couldn't bear to part with her; he who feared losing her—all along, it had always been him. The ever-calm and composed Nathan Caldwell reddened at the eyes. Casting aside all dignity, he begged Clara Whitfield, nearly helpless: "Clara... you don't want me anymore?" "No. Men—"

“This is Virella… my wife.” Three years. And that was all Alpha Kaelen gave me. No welcome. No touch. No recognition. Just another woman at his side—carrying his child. While I ruled in his absence… I was nothing more than a placeholder. A Luna he never chose. So I gave up. And I left. One rejection was all it took to break the bond. When I returned, I wasn’t the Luna he abandoned. I was untouchable, respected, and feared. And no longer his to claim. Now he watches me like a man drowning…. Because the woman he discarded came back as something far beyond his reach. And this time… I didn’t come alone. The Alpha of Ebonmoon stands beside me, his presence crushing, and his hand firm on my waist…. “Careful, Kaelen,” his voice drops, dark with warning. “Rowena isn’t yours anymore.” His lips brush my temple, possessively. “She’s mine. If you try to take her…I’ll end you.”

Iris Ashford, the strongest warrior who fought through the apocalypse for ten bloody years, transmigrates back to 1973—a time of crippling scarcity—and becomes the true daughter the Ashford family finally found. She thought her suffering was over, that stability awaited. Instead, she discovers she's merely a cannon-fodder side character destined for a miserable death in some era novel! Her previous life's script was absolute garbage! Her scumbag fiancé Nathan Holloway pines for the white lotus foster daughter, storms in to provoke her at will, and tries to steal her life-bound pearl. Iris Ashford, now awakened with spatial abilities and powers, doesn't indulge him for a second. She kicks him down on the spot and declares with domineering flair: "Scumbags and bitches—none of you are worth a damn!" They think forcing a broken engagement will control her? She agrees without hesitation: "Whoever doesn't break it off is a dog!" Then she empties his family's assets clean, leaves the Holloway household with nothing but bare walls—striking first and striking hard, pure satisfaction! More shocking—the Ashford family's pampered fake daughter is actually reborn. Armed with memories from her past life, she schemes to steal Iris's golden finger and climb over the Ashford family to become richest tycoon. Foreseeing catastrophe for her entire family, Iris Ashford defies fate itself and reverses every tragedy: Solves her parents' political exile crisis. Heals her damaged eldest brother. Protects her nephew from his ill-fated path. Rewrites her sister's brutal death. With Divine Farmer Space and billions in supplies at hand, she decisively relocates her whole family to the countryside for safety. There, using apocalypse-honed skills and modern knowledge alike—treating illnesses, reclaiming wasteland, building wealth—she leads her family from ruin to riches. Every ghost and demon who dares provoke them gets crushed mercilessly; face-slapping comes without mercy. Only that man who initially doubted her gradually loses his heart to her. Declan Hartwell—the most coldly ascetic officer of A-Division 303 Regiment. Poison-tongued. Untouchable. Feared by all. First meeting: amusement flickers in his eyes. Interesting. Second meeting: something stirs. After several encounters: completely undone. Before marriage—proudly aloof, keep your distance. After marriage—instantly transforms into a clingy loyal dog! Kicked out of bed by his wife once? He hugs his pillow pitifully at the door: "Wife... don't make me sleep in the study... I want to sleep with you." [Strongest Apocalypse Queen vs True-Scent Ascetic Officer—mutual pursuit that only gets more addictive!]

Ye Fengwan had traveled through time, and there were only two places in this foreign world that she was not used to. First of all, she had to kneel when she saw the noble. Her knees hurt so much. This was easy to deal with. At most, he could help the villain do evil, collude with the wolf, and go to the imperial road with others, and everyone would kneel down to lick the embroidered shoes. As for the second one... she was really funny! "Your Highness, can you put on your clothes and have a good chat?" A woman wanted to cry but had no tears, looking sideways at the naked king on the couch. "My beloved imperial concubine, don't you like it the most when I don't wear clothes? Hurry up, don't be so polite. I'm at your disposal now." A prince's lips curled into a smile. "Your Royal Highness, I really don't..." "My dear concubine, let's do it again..." A girl wanted to cry but had no tears. She secretly roared, "Kneel down and beg for help. There is a husband who suspects that he is stronger than me every day and even takes off all his clothes every day so that you can try to find the memory of the first night again. Is it necessary to be swollen?" (The original title of the book: special agent Crazy Concubine: Evil King, pet on the pillow)

Rumors claimed that Scarlett Xaver was not only a patient but also a jinx who caused the deaths of both her foster father and biological mother. At the age of eighteen, the Falcon family, one of the four most famous families in C Country, brought her home from the countryside. Although others avoided her like the plague, she was the family’s treasure, always afraid that she would get hurt. Her sisters adored her, her brother pampered her, and her father loved her, but they couldn’t get rid of her background as a country girl. Everyone ridiculed her behind her back, calling her a stain on the Falcons. Little did they know that she wasn’t as simple as she seemed. Carson Lowe lowered his head and approached her, his voice deep and compelling. "A magnate in the medical field, hmm?" The little girl wiped her sweaty forehead and smiled guiltily, "It’s nothing… It’s nothing…" Carson curled his lips and drew closer. "Worth hundreds of millions?" "Ha." Scarlett was sweating profusely. "They’re lying to you; I have no money! I'm a pauper!" His smile deepened as he lifted her, "It’s okay. We’ll go home and figure it out slowly!” Everyone sensed something was about to happen and bowed respectfully. "Travel safe, boss!"

"I could never choose an Omega like Ava." Damon's voice was absolute ice as he cradled his mistress. "In our world, no one believes an Omega woman can lead a pack. They're meant to be protected, marked, locked in bedrooms pumping out heirs, not standing at the negotiation table redrawing the map of power." Ava stared down at the thousand-dollar lingerie clinging to her skin, the sick realization crashing over her: the Alpha who once called her his treasure had only ever seen a tool for his bloodline. Heart in shards, she walked into the driving rain with nothing but a few crumpled bills in her pocket. Then her phone rang. "Ava Crawford, you are the female heir to the strongest pack on the East Coast. Welcome home." But the instant she set foot inside Crawford territory, rejection flashed like a blade. "An Omega as heir? Take a million and vanish, or name Lucas Alpha." Claws flexed, closing in—until a voice cracked through the hall like thunder. "Bloodmoon Pack, the mightiest of them all, welcomes Luna Ava Crawford." Adrian sat like a king, his gaze pinning her, dark, feral, thrumming with raw power. "If wolves can't accept Omegas... if we can't accept strong females... then our kind is already extinct." Ava didn't blink. Stubborn fire blazed behind her eyes as she slid her hand into his. "I'll marry you." Can Ava shatter the pack's iron hierarchy and prove an Omega can rule? When Damon crashes to his knees in regret, and Adrian offers an alliance even deeper than marriage... what choice will she make?

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.

[Ex-Husband & Son Regret + Leaving Toxic Marriage + Suffer First, Satisfaction Later] I have to admit—my husband's first love is a woman of considerable charm. After she returned to the country... To please her, the man who used to complain he didn't understand romance when he was with me would bend over backwards doing thoughtful things for her. Even my son muttered in front of me, wishing that Dad's first love could be his mother instead. In the eyes of those two, my only worth lay in washing clothes, cooking meals, and tending to their daily needs. But later, a little girl with autism tugged at my sleeve and told me with unwavering conviction: "The mommy Leo Ashford doesn't want—I'll take her!" Only then did I realize that even barren soil can yield magnificent roses. When I finally became the person I wanted to be, they came to regret everything... My ex-husband called, saying our son missed his mother. "His mother now isn't me." He added that he knew he'd been wrong—that he'd suddenly realized the one he loved had always been me. The man beside me kissed the back of my hand and said jealously: "The goddess I haven't even caught up to yet—you think you're worthy?"

To ditch her cheating fiancé, Vivian Hartley disguises herself as ugly and ends up provoking her fiancé’s little uncle. One reckless night, Vivian tosses two hundred yuan on the nightstand, tosses off a cool “Service was decent,” and tries to walk away only to be yanked back into the man’s arms. “Isn’t it your turn to serve me now?” Quentin Blackwell is the name that makes Beijing tremble untouchable, unreachable. Rumor has it someone saw him pinning a woman to a wall and kissing her senseless. Everyone else shook their heads: impossible. Who could ever catch Master Blackwell's eye? Then came whispers that the woman might be Vivian. The crowd scoffed louder: even more impossible. The great beauty couldn't turn his head why would he look twice at an ugly duckling? Until someone spotted the aloof tycoon kneeling on one knee to slip a shoe onto Vivian's foot, coaxing her for just one kiss. The scum ex-fiancé finally sees her true face and begs forgiveness only to be kicked out the door by the man himself, followed by a marriage certificate flung in his face. “Call her Aunt.”

For three years of marriage, Elena Fletcher had lived as a widow in all but name. Andrew Bennett had remained chaste for his sister-in-law, guarding his devotion like a sacred vow—until his elder brother's sudden death shattered the facade, laying bare his forbidden love. When Elena handed him their third-anniversary gift with a cold smile, it was divorce papers. He signed without even glancing at the terms. The moment the divorce was finalized, Elena walked away without looking back. Only when his ex-wife rose to prominence in the pharmaceutical industry, her name on everyone's lips, did Andrew realize the magnitude of his mistake. He fell to his knees, begging for forgiveness—only to find the infamous, ruthless business tycoon wrapping a possessive arm around Elena's waist. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her smile was radiant as she murmured, "Behave. The baby's listening."

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.

Vivian Hartley couldn't warm Adrian Holloway's heart even with her life. Holding her son's cold body in her arms, she finally saw the truth. "Adrian Holloway, if I could live this life again, I would never love you again."

In her past life, she suffered at the hands of a heartless man and a shameless woman, leaving her to die with a vengeful heart. However, the universe gives her a second chance at life, and she emerges with a burning desire for revenge, vowing to make that jerk and his mistress pay for their sins. He, the seemingly idle pleasure-seeker, hides a sinister power, pulling the strings behind the scenes. When he comes across her on his path to success, she claims to be able to help him ruin the Thomas family. He sees her as nothing, but a "burden". Little does he know that the woman, who is useless in his eyes, holds the power to turn his life upside down. ... The man's eyes darken as he challenges her, "Ariana, do you realize there's a line of women who would do anything to bear my child? If you marry me, I won't accept any responsibility." "Rest assured, when the child is born, I will raise it myself!"

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."

Chloe Bishop was the city’s golden girl—the "First Lady" of high society. Wealthy, breathtakingly beautiful, and deeply in love, she was the envy of everyone. When Liam was a broken outcast who had lost everything, Chloe was the one who reached out, pulling him from the wreckage of his life. She gave him her heart, her family’s status, and six devoted years. But on the morning of their lavish, multi-million dollar wedding, the dream shatters. Instead of an "I do," Liam leaves her at the altar, delivering a cold confession that pierces like a knife: “The one I’ve always loved is Sara Jay.” Overnight, the city's golden girl becomes its biggest laughingstock. Betrayed by her fiancé and haunted by a dark secret involving her father, Charles, Chloe is expected to crumble. But as the world waits for her to beg for his return, Chloe wipes her tears and offers a chilling smile. "I know he’ll come back crawling eventually," she whispers, stripping off her silk veil. "But this time, I’m done waiting. It's time for the world to see what happens when a 'perfect' woman stops being nice." He broke her heart. Now, she’s going to break his empire.

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!"