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.

Rosemary Vance and Celeste Vance, master and apprentice sisters, were reborn together, returning to the day they descended the mountain for their arranged marriages. In their previous life, Celeste Vance married a transport driver who was crippled in a car accident, leaving her destitute for the rest of her days. Her junior sister Rosemary Vance married a street thug who rose all the way to become a regional leader, filling Celeste with bitter envy. In this second chance at life, Celeste sneered: "That good-for-nothing man of my little sister's? I'm taking him!" Rosemary yielded with folded hands: "You want him? He's yours!" Only she knew that this glamorous marriage was rotten inside: her in-laws made endless trouble, forcing her to abandon her future and her mother's keepsakes; her husband kept mistresses and illegitimate children on the side. Rosemary dusted off her hands: "Such a worthless man—whoever wants him can have him! This life, I'm living for myself!" Her gaze shifted, landing on the man riding his little tricycle collecting scrap: "I choose him!"

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.

Serena Ashford, the old ancestor of metaphysics, perished during her tribulation transcendence. Reborn in an instant, she found herself transmigrated into the body of the recently recovered short-lived true daughter of the Ashford family in 1960s Beijing. The original owner had wandered outside since childhood. After returning home, not only did she possess severed meridians that cut off all vitality, but she was also secretly plotted against by her hypocritical stepmother and the fake daughter who had occupied her nest—scheming to drain her fortune dry before selling her off to the Great Northwest, letting her die a stranger in foreign lands and vanish completely. Serena Ashford's eyes turned cold with a mocking smile. Want to steal her luck? She'd directly shatter their protective blessings and illusory opportunities! Want to send her to the Northwest to die? Fine—but she'd empty out the entire Ashford family first! After settling all grievances, Serena Ashford sat amidst a space full of rare supplies, boarding the train heading for the Great Northwest with swagger. She never expected that on that very train, she'd encounter a hot-blooded young man? Serena Ashford's eyes suddenly lit up: This man—she would have him!

What do you do when you transmigrate into a lovesick fool? In the 1990s, Lydia Harlow was the textbook definition of a lovestruck idiot. When her crush married someone else, she impulsively threw a tantrum and hastily wed his cousin! Unable to let go of her obsession after marriage, she not only eavesdropped at windows but deliberately pushed down her crush's pregnant wife! She turned herself into the deranged third wheel everyone despised. Transmigrating into this namesake lovesick fool, Lydia Harlow wailed in despair. Facing the furious crowd demanding answers, the man she married stepped in front of her without hesitation. "She's my wife. Even if she's done a thousand things wrong, you can't bully her. Come at me instead!" Only then did she realize—she wasn't some pitiful side character at all. She was the undisputed female lead surrounded by doting family! Her husband adored her, her parents pampered her endlessly, her in-laws indulged her every whim, and her tycoon older brother spoiled her absolutely rotten!

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.

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.

Eleanor's love for James was the talk of the town. Yet it was James himself who coldly stripped her of everything—her unborn child, her family, her dignity—until she perished in flames, her name forever tarnished. Only when the truth slowly unraveled did James turn back, realizing too late that the woman who once trailed after him with radiant smiles was gone forever. … Reborn at eighteen, Eleanor shoved James away without hesitation. If fate had granted her a second chance, she would not repeat the same mistakes. This lifetime, she wanted nothing to do with him. She tore through scheming rivals, crushed hypocrites underfoot, soared to the pinnacle of her career, and basked in the attention of countless admirers—life had never been sweeter. But… why was this scoundrel breaking the script from her past life, clinging to her like a shadow? Some said James never failed in his pursuits. Yet Eleanor only replied with icy calm: "Unless… he's dead."

CEO Clara Bates transmigrates into a novel and becomes the cannon-fodder sister-in-law used as a foil for the male and female leads! The original owner was timid, bullied, and locked up in a psychiatric ward? With a new soul inside, Clara Bates starts wrecking everyone on the spot! First—split the family! Snatch everything from the mother-in-law and sister-in-law, driving the ungrateful wolves insane! Then she clings tight to her officer husband for backup and builds a booming career— At first the officer husband stays cool and unruffled—until Clara Bates decides money is all she wants and she doesn’t need a husband. He loses it completely, corners her, and demands, “Take both—me and your career, all right?”

Jade Holloway transmigrated into a book, right on time to be forced into a marriage exchange by her family. Her cousin Lana Holloway cried and fussed about wanting to marry Felix Quinn, yet pushed her onto Ethan Mercer, the childless officer everyone feared. Jade Holloway secretly rejoiced: Wasn't this exactly what she wanted? In the book, her previous life had been drained dry by Felix Quinn, then cruelly abandoned once he achieved success. This lifetime, she simply went with the flow, letting that scumbag and his wretched woman have each other. Since the Holloway family was cold-hearted and ungrateful, Jade Holloway directly emptied out the family's private assets. With her space full of supplies, she married Ethan Mercer in grand style and left with him for the military base. Everyone said Ethan Mercer was a cold-faced Yama King who couldn't father children. Until one day, Jade Holloway held up a pregnancy test report, smiling brightly: "Who spread rumors that he's sterile? Then what do you call these twins in my belly?" On the other side, after Lana Holloway married Felix Quinn, her days became a complete mess—ground down by suffering until she bitterly regretted everything. "Jade Holloway, I want to switch back!" By now, Jade Holloway was already a glorious commander's wife. Ethan Mercer held tremendous power and doted on his wife without limits. Jade Holloway gave her a faint glance: "Heaven-sent wealth and genuine love—want to trade back? Dream on."

When Lily Mercer opened her eyes, she had become the namesake cannon-fodder supporting character destined for a tragic end and total family annihilation in a period-era novel. Last night's chaos had left her entangled with a stranger in military uniform—Dominic Ashford—and her mind still clearly retained the original story's ending: within three days, the hypocritical reborn heroine would steal her family's heirloom fortune bracelet. Then her eldest brother would die tragically in prison, her second brother would fall to a bullet, and her father—the village Party secretary—would be denounced and stripped of all official standing. As for herself, she would be drugged and forcibly given to an old bachelor in the mountains, eventually plunging off a cliff with her remains never to be found. The entire family would meet terrible ends! Lily Mercer, now armed with knowledge of the complete plot, smiled coldly: "This time, you won't have such good luck!" She retrieved the fortune bracelet one step ahead, activating the hidden space with a drop of blood. Using spiritual spring water to save her dying sister-in-law, cultivating medicinal fields to trade for money and grain, she calculated every move, determined to defy fate and rewrite destiny. When Dominic Ashford appeared at her door in his crisp military uniform to propose marriage, Lily Mercer looked at this supporting male character from the original novel—and nodded. So what if the reborn heroine held memories of her previous life? She possessed the entire script! Only, Lily Mercer never anticipated that beneath this bracelet lay buried long-concealed secrets from years past…

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.

Daughter on the brink of death, Blair Wright was heartlessly abandoned by his ex-wife. In utter despair, he encountered a wealthy heiress—only to discover the dragon within him had awakened... From that moment on, Blair Wright, infused with the power of the dragon's bloodline, began his unstoppable rise through the city!

【Past & Present Collide + Dual Timelines + Women Uplifting Women】 It all begins when Frostine Whitmore—already branded the shameless woman who seduced her brother-in-law while her sister lay dying—marries into the Marquis's estate as a second wife. She pours her heart andveled blood into running the household, guiding her husband, raising step-children who aren't hers, never once complaining. In return she hears only: “She's atoning for her sin; she has no right to our gratitude.” Then one day golden subtitles drift across her vision. 【WTF? Who green-lit this dog-blood melodrama? Time to roast!】 Frostine Whitmore: ? 【Cold-hearted prick of a husband, ungrateful brats, relatives who scripted your misery. You keep them in your heart, they kick you into the gutter—then laugh behind your back. They’ll squeeze you dry, squeeze out two crocodile tears after you die, and call it remorse.】 Frostine Whitmore: ! 【What are you waiting for? Divorce the lot! You gonna let them wring you dry and waste your whole damn life?】 Frostine Whitmore: !!!! Soon after, the papers are signed. The estate expects her to come crawling back, penniless and broken. Instead she walks away—and lives bold, bright, and free. Celeste Hartley never imagined that shit-posting in a drama's comment section would open a direct line to the tragic heroine inside the screen. She rolls up her sleeves: time to rewrite the script and save the girl—oh, and while we're at it… 【I wanna revive a lost dance and slap the haters. Spot me a court dancer, yeah?】 #SHOCK! Scandal queen resurrects fresco-era dance! Who said she steals roles? This talent doesn’t need to steal. # 【They claim my makeup isn't “period accurate.” Teach me that tipsy-blush look you guys rock.】 #Celeste Hartley shows what REAL retro glam is—straight out of a Tang scroll, living and breathing. # 【And next I want—】 #BREAKING: Celeste Hartley appointed consultant by the National Heritage Authority! #

Reborn, Serena Morrison ripped the household register to shreds with her bare hands, strode out with queen-level swagger, and was whisked straight home by her trillion-yuan tycoon dad. Serena, who’d always preferred keeping her head down, got a crash course on her first day: every single one of the fifty-five students in the class was wired to the gills with connections. She shook her head. Can't mess with them can't, can't, can't. Random classmate: “Serena, didn't you say you were from the countryside with zero backing?” Random classmate: “Serena, didn't you say you were easy to bully?” Random classmate, sobbing: “Serena, I was wrong please don't end me!” Fine. If that's how it is, Serena stopped pretending and flipped her cards: she's the ultimate connected student in the room. Her dad? A hundred-billion-dollar magnate. Big brother? CEO of a multinational conglomerate. Second brother? Runs an entertainment empire with stars everywhere. Third brother? The reigning king of pop. And her fiancé? The richest man on the planet. As for Serena herself—she's just your average Jane with a billion alternate identities. Totally ordinary. The entire class coughed blood in unison: “Serena, you call that ordinary?!”

Extreme cold, extreme heat, mutations, zombies—disasters struck one after another. Blue Star plunged into the apocalypse, and humanity suffered unspeakably. When she opened her eyes again, Clara Sinclair, a level-ten spatial ability user, was instantly transported back to before the apocalypse. She sold stocks, jewelry, real estate—cashed out a cool billion in no time. From there, things got easy. Stock up on ingredients and seasonings? Check. Hire chefs and get professional kitchen equipment. Hoard phones and computers? Done. Entertainment content was a must. She also needed botanists and agronomists to cultivate crops, professional managers and mathematicians for scientific planning—even had to put out bids for construction crews to build her fortress! This time she didn't want to go it alone. She wanted to try building a base and see if she could survive this apocalypse.

The era of martial arts revival has dawned, with savage beasts running rampant and the very heavens radiating killing intent! Yet against all odds, young Alex Harrison awakens a transcendent system, gifted with a peerless innate talent—Supreme Dominance! C-rank martial techniques? Mastered to perfection in three seconds! SSS-rank divine skills? Perfected within a single month! While others toil for a decade to grasp a technique, he achieves mastery in a single battle. Where some seclude themselves for centuries to comprehend a secret art, he learns it with just a glance! Alex Harrison smirks, scratching his head with feigned modesty. "Well... I guess my talent's kinda cheating, huh?"

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.”

Genevieve Whitmore had lived a life others envied as the pinnacle of success. She toiled tirelessly for half her life, raising three sons and one daughter. Her family's fortunes rose steadily, her husband was gentle and considerate, her children were obedient and sensible, and her business flourished. Everyone praised her good fortune and abundant blessings. Yet it wasn't until she lay dying, her lamp running dry, that she tore open the most bone-chilling deception of her existence! The husband who had been by her side day and night, sharing years of tender affection—had been deceiving and scheming against her from the very beginning! He kept a mistress outside, hid illegitimate children, and swapped out all four children she had borne! All four children Genevieve Whitmore had poured everything into raising for over a decade—they were all ungrateful wretches belonging to others! Genevieve Whitmore died consumed by hatred, unable to close her eyes in death! Reborn in an instant, she returned precisely to that midnight when her youngest daughter was switched! This time, armed with a portable space filled with billions in supplies, she came back strong—thoroughly awakened, determined never to repeat the same mistakes! Her hypocritical husband was still feigning tenderness, coaxing her softly: "Genevieve, I've already settled the child. You just focus on recovering." Genevieve Whitmore's eyes held bone-deep coldness as she exposed him coldly: "Stop pretending. The debt for swapping my children and keeping your mistress's bastards—I'll settle it slowly with you in this lifetime!" She turned around and tore apart the scumbag husband herself, kicked off the sham marriage, decisively reclaimed her biological children, and promptly divorced to extract herself. In her past life, she had exhausted herself for others' children; in this life, she would only dote on her own flesh and blood while focusing single-mindedly on making money building her career! Relying on foresight beyond this era and the supplies from her Rice Space Dimension Genevieve Whitmore set up stalls did business opened shops built enterprises rising all the way to wealth reversal leading her children into prosperous stable days Later a steady reliable quality officer fell for love at first sight unfazed by second marriage with kids his whole heart full of nothing but favor firmly declaring Genevieve for the rest of my days I will protect you your children's safety The scumbag who deceived betrayed bloodsucking ungrateful wretches from previous life lives complete mess watching infinitely glorious Genevieve Whitmore thoroughly regretted bowed begging reconciliation Genevieve I know wrong let's start over Genevieve Whitmore smiled faintly each word resolute Too late my life my children you'll never reach high enough this lifetime next

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.