Framed and cast into the northern frontier, he left behind a wife and daughter forced to endure humiliation. Five years later he returns—now the Supreme Warlord of the North. At his back stand four legendary generals; before him kneel a million soldiers. Those who wronged me, who shamed my wife and child—get on your knees and tremble!

Iris Sinclair was the notoriously ugly woman of the military compound. Everyone said she had hit the jackpot, marrying Elliot Mercer, the man with the brightest future ahead of him. She had thought so too. Willingly, she managed the household, bore children, and served her in-laws. By chance, Iris Sinclair discovered that Elliot didn't love her at all—that he secretly despised her for being ugly. Yet Iris Sinclair's face had been disfigured precisely because she had saved his life! Reborn in a single stroke, Iris Sinclair returned to the time before her marriage. Unexpectedly, Elliot had also been reborn. In this lifetime, Elliot married his longed-for stepsister. Iris Sinclair made no fuss, instead marrying the regiment commander introduced by her grandfather. After marriage, she happily settled into military life—raising children, making money, and sleeping with her man. Her once-ugly face gradually recovered its former beauty. Later, on a rainy night, Elliot knelt before Iris Sinclair's door, begging desperately: "Iris, I regret it—come back with me!" But he never even caught a glimpse of her. Instead, a tall, handsome man kicked him aside. The man stood imposing, his expression indifferent, a faint mark visible on his neck. "Scram. She's already carrying my child."

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

Betrayal was the fire that burned her. Revenge would be the ice that rebuilt her. For eight years, Sophia Woods stood by Lucas Bennett’s side, fighting his battles, sacrificing everything for his success—only to be cast aside for her stepsister, Rose. Broken but not defeated, Sophia swore one thing: she would never be weak again. Then, Alexander Lancaster entered her life. The cold and enigmatic heir to the Lancaster Financial Group, Alexander was a man of calculated power, ruthless ambition, and an obsession he made no effort to hide. "I don’t play games unless I intend to win," he told her. "And Sophia, I want you." He saw the fire beneath her ice, the brilliance behind her scars. He didn’t want to rescue her—he wanted to stand beside her. And in a world where power ruled and betrayal lurked in every shadow, Sophia had no choice but to make a deal with the devil. With Alexander at her side, she would take back everything stolen from her. But she never expected a simple partnership to turn into something dangerously intoxicating. Two cold hearts. One ruthless game. And in the end, only one question remained— Would love be her greatest revenge? Or her final downfall?

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.

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?!”

【Mystic+Livestream+Fluff+Mystery+Mind-blowing, Light Romance】 A top-notch cultivator faced the calamity and failed, reincarnating into a poor girl who was conned and murdered by her cruel ex-boyfriend. To survive, Sang Feiwan began fortune-telling through livestreams. A loser asked, "When will I be able to marry my goddess?" Sang Feiwan replied, "Your so-called goddess is actually a scruffy man with nasty habits." The following day, the news exploded with a case about a perverted man who posed as a woman to scam people online. A millionaire's son came challenging, "Guess what I'll have for my next meal, if you're wrong, get out of the livestreaming scene." Sang Feiwan: "Eat shit." The whole chat room burst into laughter, eagerly watching Sang Feiwan's comeback. The result...chastened by the successful prediction, the millionaire's son sincerely conceded defeat, "From now on, I acknowledge you as my granny. If anyone dares to provoke you, I'll crush them with my money!" After a while, Sang Feiwan ran into her ex-boyfriend on a variety show. The ex-boyfriend said, "You're trying to get popular by latching onto my fame, shameless!" Now a top-tier streamer, Sang Feiwan smirked, "My prediction tells me your career is about to go downhill. Stay as far away from me as possible!"

She was the heir of a generation of ghost doctors. She was full of hatred. Once her soul traveled through time, she was reborn into a good-for-nothing who had been poisoned and tortured. As soon as she opened her eyes again, she was no longer the good-for-nothing third young lady who could be bullied and tortured by others. She awakened her talent with medical skills. From then on, she would be her master. She always kept a low profile and did things in a high profile. She had always been a "fan of peace" and didn't like fighting and killing. As long as she didn't bully her, she would be a lovely "little sheep". She would travel around the mountains and rivers with her cute pet and take in little girls at the same time. She wondered when she would provoke a poker face with Little Cutie. Although her face looked good and her eight abdominal muscles looked like they wanted to touch... ahem! But what kind of ghost did her dull face look like? "Sir, do you like it?" She pointed at her face and blinked at the paralyzed old man. "Well!" Well, the old man cherished her words as gold. "Sir, are you satisfied?" She massaged the old man's legs obediently and looked at him with ingratiating eyes. "Yes!" The old man was still expressionless. "Master, can't I go?" It turned out that there was a fiancee beside the old man? Can't I go now? "How dare you!" It was not easy... Finally, the old man said one more word!

Ella Blake spent over twenty years as the adopted daughter of the Landry family. Out of gratitude for the Blake family's kindness, she always obeyed their wishes, using her influence to propel them into the ranks of the elite in the capital, even sacrificing her own husband. But it wasn't until the moment of her death that she realized the Blake family was the true cause of her separation from her loved ones. Awakening and reborn on the day she married into the G estate, in this life, she decisively severed ties with the Blake family and married the man who loved her deeply in her past life. She healed his disabled legs and ensured that the Blake family paid for the suffering she endured in her previous life! After her rebirth, she embarked on a journey of shedding her hidden identities, punishing those who wronged her, doting on her husband, and seeking her true family. As her hidden identities are revealed, it turns out she is an extraordinary healer, the leader of a mysterious organization, and a legendary hacker… But who could tell her that her biological parents are the heads of a prominent family in the capital, and she has a powerful grandfather and seven fiercely protective uncles behind her… Oh my. Her hidden identities just skyrocketed +10086. Rumor has it that Lian's Seventh Master is bloodthirsty, indifferent to women, disabled, and has a short life expectancy. Yet one day, someone saw him, divine-like, holding an umbrella for a young woman, tilting it towards her, his broad shoulders drenched by the rain. He looked at her tenderly and indulgently, smiling gently. "I never believed in the fate of good or evil, but I'm grateful to heaven for showing mercy and bringing her back to me."

【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! #

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.

Billionaire tycoon Vivienne Goodwin, who had died from a fish bone stuck in her throat, opened her eyes to find herself transported to the 1970s—and her stepmother had already schemed to register her name for rural reeducation? The first thing she did was grab a broom and beat the hell out of her deadbeat father and stepmother, then promptly added her stepsister's name to the list as well, shipping her off to the Northwest for reeducation through labor. Before leaving, she sold the house, sold her job, reported her scumbag father in one smooth sequence, and conveniently stripped the house bare while she was at it. When her stepmother returned home to find the empty rooms, she collapsed on the spot. Ethan Mercer first laid eyes on Vivienne Goodwin during a visit to the countryside, where he spotted this girl riding on a human trafficker's back, her fists flying with devastating force. He froze for three seconds, his heart skipping a beat. The second time they met, Ethan Mercer blocked her path at the village entrance and cut straight to the chase: "Comrade, I'd like to court you." Vivienne Goodwin looked him up and down. "Who are you?" Ethan Mercer didn't flinch: "Ethan Mercer, twenty-six years old, unmarried, currently regimental commander of a certain department, no bad habits, full salary handed over." Vivienne Goodwin: "...You reciting a menu here?" When word reached the military compound, everyone learned that Ethan Mercer had found himself a village wife and waited eagerly for the punchline. Until one month later, when Ethan Mercer brought her to the compound and showed her photo to everyone he met: "Pretty, isn't she? My wife. Amazing, right? My wife."

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."

In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other. After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends. Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow: She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again. Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation. Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet. Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered. Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall. The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably. From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.

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!

Natalie Mercer transmigrated into a 1970s cannon fodder character, and the moment she opened her eyes, her scumbag father and wicked stepmother were forcing her to go to the countryside! Think they could control her? Dream on! She directly flipped the script on her toxic family, emptied the house of everything valuable, and ran—nobody was going to take advantage of her! On the way to the countryside, she intercepted the original female lead's spatial dimension—spirit fields and spiritual springs all hers, her golden finger maxed out from the start! While others slaved away in the fields for work points, she used her skills to land a job as a propaganda officer at the textile mill—respectable and glamorous! With her space as a cheat code, her connections kept growing, climbing from the factory floor to provincial level, everyone showing her respect! One unexpected incident, she bravely fought enemy agents and made a major contribution, directly crossing paths with the cold-faced military district commander Adrian Blackwood. The commander spoke: "Pretend to be my girlfriend, handle my family, and I'll pay you well." Natalie Mercer: Deal! Who would've thought that acting would turn into real feelings from this iron-blooded tough guy! Fake girlfriend became real wife, the commander spoiled her rotten, and her in-laws cherished her like treasure! With her space in hand, crushing scum, building her career, and flirting with her officer—satisfying all the way! No savior complex, no swallowing grievances, she still became the admired big female lead even while sent down to the countryside!

"Clara, say you love me. I'll believe it as long as you say it." Adrian Blackwell's eyes were bloodshot, staring at her intently. "Mr. Blackwell." "Call me honey." Clara looked at him, her eyes no longer filled with the love they once held. "Mr. Blackwell." "Weren't we just putting on a show?" Adrian Blackwell's expression turned icy cold. "Clara, you clearly loved me so much. These past five years you've gone to such lengths to please me, you..." Clara decided to stop acting. "Mr. Blackwell, I've put on quite a performance these five years, haven't I?" The man's hand pressed against her waist, pulling her into his embrace. But his voice was dangerous. "What performance?" "Back then, Ashford Group's capital chain broke with a fifty billion shortfall. Grandma found me and said as long as I agreed to pursue you, like you, adore you, and marry you, she would help the Ashford family through the crisis." "I agreed." The hand on her waist suddenly tightened. Despite knowing the truth, the man refused to believe it. His hand caressed the corner of her eye. "Clara, you're lying to me, right?" Clara pushed him away. "Mr. Blackwell, wasn't it you who told me to know my place and not fall in love with you?" "Now everything is exactly as you wished." Clara took out the divorce agreement and slapped it into his hand. "Let's get this divorce over with quickly—everyone wins." "Sign soon, Mr. Blackwell. Don't delay me finding my next man." When the man saw the words "divorce agreement," the redness at the corners of his eyes intensified. He tore the document to shreds in an instant. His brows were sinister and dark. "Clara , your man can only be me. You entice one man and I'll cripple one."

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.

Vivian Ryder had been married into the Allen family for five years—giving her heart, her lungs, and every ounce of strength. Every penny her husband earned hauling freight was handed over to her mother-in-law without a cent missing. Who could have guessed that her scheming fifth sister-in-law would trick her out of the space-necklace she’d hidden away, then turn around and wipe both her and her husband off the map? Her husband died in agony; she and her unborn child perished together. Even their little girl was sold deep into the mountains and died miserably. Reborn with a sea of hatred, Vivian Ryder finally realized: she was nothing more than a short-lived cannon-fodder side character in a period novel whose sole purpose was to hand the heroine a golden finger! In this new life, fury burned in her veins—she would never walk the same road again. Those in-laws who’d sucked her dry and treated her like dirt still wanted to squeeze her? Not a chance. She clenched the space-necklace she’d reclaimed, shielded her husband, spoiled her daughter, shredded the white-lotus sister-in-law, and blasted the monster-in-law. Since they refused to see her as family, she’d make them taste the pain of losing what they’d once possessed. Without her husband’s life-risking labor, let’s see how the Allen household collapses into chaos and poverty! This time, she won’t be the tragic supporting woman—she’ll lead her family to riches and bliss, repaying last life’s torment a hundredfold!

The Reed family welcomed a pair of twin daughters. Everyone adored the younger sister for her brilliance and charm, while the elder sister was notorious for skipping classes and lacking ambition. In her first year of high school, Lillian Reed suddenly dropped out and vanished for two years. When she returned, she was expelled from school, her parents disowned her in shame, and everyone mocked her, saying she deserved it. Lillian Reed: "Whatever. I don't need this so-called family bond anyway!" ... Nathaniel Blake, a hidden master from an ancient martial arts family: "My wife is just an ordinary person. Cut her some slack." But then—why was every person around this "ordinary" girl anything but ordinary? Before long, she began trending on social media, her secret identities unraveling one after another, leaving everyone stunned. "Big Boss, we wanna ride your coattails!" Nathaniel Blake fell into silence... "Darling, I wanna ride your coattails too."