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Evangeline Ashworth transmigrated into a seventies-era novel, becoming tragic cannon fodder for everyone to exploit. Her biased parents squeezed every drop of value from her, allowing her younger sister to steal her university admission slot while ruthlessly selling her to a ruffian for bride price money. At rock bottom, she awakened a portable dimensional space—and completely turned the tables! In one fell swoop, Evangeline Ashworth emptied out her terrible family's valuables, permanently bound her greedy sister to that ruffian, cleanly severed those toxic family ties, and traveled to an island military base to fulfill her childhood engagement. Who knew that this bargain husband Raymond Blackwell would turn out to be an iron-blooded, righteous military big shot who had single-handedly adopted seven orphans of his fallen comrades? The entire compound waited to laugh at her, convinced she would be driven away by seven rowdy children. Instead, Evangeline Ashworth discovered that these seven kids... were each ridiculously talented! The eldest possessed superhuman strength; the second was a mechanical genius; the third had exceptional hearing; the fourth was a calculation prodigy... Thus, before long, those former troublemaking little tyrants transformed into obsessive sister-protectors who pampered her so thoroughly she never had to lift a finger. One day, cold-faced officer Raymond Blackwell looked at his stunningly beautiful wife and couldn't restrain himself any longer. He cornered her against the wall, voice hoarse as he tested: “Wife... when are we going to have one of our own?”

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."

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?"

[1v1, adorable babies, farming, healing, whole-family rise to riches!] SQ1207 bottom-tier resident Vivian Morrison was inspecting the fields one day when a passing meteorite smashed her to death—and she transmigrated into the body of three pitiful children’s wicked mother. Shock! Someone actually abused newborns! Eldest Baby’s eyes were icy. “Want me to call you Mom? Try the next life.” Second Baby chuckled softly. “Dream on if you think I’ll acknowledge you.” Third Baby’s voice was sticky-sweet: “If Mommy dies right now, Nora will admit you’re her mom.” Vivian Morrison: “!!!” Shower them with enough warmth and the kids are bound to love me! But what’s with the cold-faced man who suddenly came home? Vivian Morrison: “The babies are mine!” A certain man: “Mm. Not just them—every baby we have from now on will be yours too.” Vivian Morrison: “!!!” This iceberg wants to numb me with his looks? Impossible! When the man heard her thoughts, he gave a helpless, doting smile. “Vivian, you can’t escape.”

All my life, I've been the backup daughter. My sister Beatrice got everything—love, attention, the golden child treatment.I got leftovers and reminders I wasn't good enough. Until I discovered Niall,gorgeous Alpha from the neighboring pack,was my fated mate. Finally, my turn to be chosen. God, I was naive. Four years of engagement hell.Bleaching my hair to suit his tastes. Squeezing into tight dresses, playing his personal maid—only to hear I'd make a better servant than mate. All because his heart belonged to my sister. That night,I accidentally knocked over their picture frame. He slapped me. Hard. Said I'd never measure up to her. So I slapped him back, tore up their photo, and accepted rejection. I thought it was over. Until I caught them at the club, laughing about how pathetic my four years of trying had been. The whole engagement was their sick game. Drunk and furious, I did something reckless with my mysterious neighbor. Alpha Hudson —face carved by gods, danger in every perfectly tailored line. Most importantly, he's my ex's nemesis. So? Best sex of my life. I thought it was a one-night stand to forget. Wrong Again. He's richer than Niall, more powerful than my family, and infinitely more dangerous. And he's not letting me go. This time, I won't be anybody's second choice.

When Vincent Ashford hung up on me, I was being cornered by a strange man at a street corner with no lights. Rain poured down in sheets. I clutched my phone with its last sliver of battery and heard the music from the bar on the other end, a woman’s laughter, and his impatient words: "Stop making a scene." In that moment, I finally understood： The engagement between the Adams and Ashford families, envied by everyone in the capital, had never been my shelter. It was my cage. Everyone believed I would never dare call it off. But they didn't know that on that storm-soaked night, Vincent's uncle, Julian Ashford—the cold, restrained man everyone whispered about—came through the rain and saved me. He was the true power behind the Ashford family, a business titan who could overturn fortunes with a single decision. And no one knew he had loved me in silence for fifteen years. When I resolved to tear up the engagement, he came to me first beneath the moonlight, his voice steady and impossible to refuse. "The Ashford family has more than Vincent Ashford." "I'll be the one to fulfill this engagement." The night the news was announced, Vincent called me drunk, crying and begging me to take him back. Julian leaned against the headboard, half-dressed, his fingers idly winding through my hair. His low voice carried an unmistakable possessiveness as he spoke into the phone. "Nephew, it's late. Don't disturb your aunt's rest." Only then did I realize the truth： Our meeting that rainy night had never been an accident. It was his long-planned devotion, coming for me at last.

Tags: 1970s Era | Military Marriage | Sweet Romance | Marriage First, Love Later | Non-Human Female Lead | Wife-Spamming Man | Revenge & Slapping Faces | System Counterattack | Minor Ensemble Cast Character Setting: Delicate Vine Flower (Outer) × Fierce Overlord Flower (Inner) Female Lead | Fatherly, Devious Political Commissar Male Lead — A human caretaker spoiling his wife endlessly Supernatural creatures were forbidden after the founding of the nation, yet Selene Ashford was no ordinary girl. She was a fierce overlord flower spirit who had cultivated a human form for centuries. To accumulate karmic merits, she set her sights on Adrian Hargrove, the prestigious and powerful political commissar stationed at the Helan Mountain base in the vast northwest frontier. Bound by a single marriage certificate, she followed the army to the desolate wilderness and took root in the barren Gobi Desert. Just as she settled into a peaceful life, a system hostess arrived out of nowhere. Convinced Adrian was the male fated to have no heirs, the system hostess confronted Selene sharply: “Who are you, a mere extra, to steal my destined man!” Capable of hearing the system's inner thoughts, Selene only smiled coldly. How dared a trivial outsider system hostess covet the man she had claimed? With a single countermove, she severed every thread of the intruder's plotline. Her karmic merits surged wildly, and her demonic power grew stronger by the day. Adrian had once thought he had married a delicate young girl who needed tender care. Soon enough, his perception was completely overturned. She possessed peerless medical skills, saving countless lives on the base. With sharp, agile combat skills, she captured treasonous spies single-handedly. She casually transformed the barren Gobi wasteland, turning endless yellow sand into stretches of lush oasis. A simple stir-fried dish of desert scallions and eggs was so delicious that it made every military family in the compound cry with envy. Even the Pallas's cats and golden eagles of Helan Mountain lined up obediently, begging for her gentle pats. Pushed to her wit's end, the system hostess finally dropped her disguise and exposed Selene frantically in public: “She's a flower spirit! You are fated to have no children! Only I can bear your heirs!” Adrian stepped forward in an instant, shielding Selene firmly behind him, his gaze stern and icy cold. “Comrade Drummond, feudal superstition has no place here. My wife is pregnant with twins.” Extra Wedding Night Scene “Brother, Sister Scholefield told me I have to inspect you tonight.” “When the time comes, you will know everything.” Later, Selene's eyes turned red, and she mumbled aggrievedly: “Brother, I won't rummage through the cabinets anymore. Please stop too, okay?” Adrian slowly unbuttoned his uniform collar, his voice low and laced with a faint smile: “Selene, once a day… is still not enough.”

They were already married for three years when Alpha Damian Zeus’s long-lost first love, Lily, returned bringing along a five-year-old pup. Luna Ariana Volkstane slid the formal rejection request across the table. "Let's end this bond. It's better for you, me, and your first love." He just smirked. "You want me to reject you? You think you can break our bond that easily?" So she did. Ariana cut ties with him completely, poured herself into her career, and rose to global fame as a legendary healer, her knowledge of rare herbs, wolf anatomy, and ancient magic sought after across continents. The powerful suitors lined up. The Alpha of an overseas empire whispered, "Ariana, hurry up and perform the severing ritual. I can't wait to claim you." A powerful pack leader vowed, "I'll be there with you the day you break the bond." A legendary wolf attorney promised, "I'll handle your rejection case with the pack council myself." Ariana just rubbed her temples. It's not that she didn't want the split, she wanted it more than anything, it's just that the Alpha she was mated to refused to let go. Finally, she announced, "Whoever can officially get me rejected, I'll put you at the head table of my bond-breaking celebration." Not long after, Alpha Damian was served the official rejection request right in the middle of an emergency pack council meeting. That same afternoon, he was attacked by rogues at the gates of his own territory. When Ariana showed up at the pack infirmary with healing herbs, she repeated calmly, "Let's sever the mate bond. It's better for you, me, and everyone else." But the cold, untouchable Alpha pulled her into his arms, his eyes blood-red with fury. "You want me to reject you? Over my dead body."

Accidentally traversing into a parallel world, Xiao Yuchen becomes a waste with a mere 0.8 sensitivity towards elemental perception, utterly insignificant in this world of warriors! But it's okay, no talent, let the system make up the shortfall! "Ding! Now distributing a new player reward to the host!" "Ding! The host's fire elemental talent has been successfully upgraded to SSS rank!" From then on, I alone dominate this world, unbeatable by anyone!

Rosy was raised by her divorced mother, who had a serious kidney illness. To earn the surgery fee, she turned to her father and agreed to his condition, which was to take a diamond ring to a man in the 2118 room of Dhao Hotel, and then give herself to that man. Unexpectedly, Rosy went to the wrong room. In this way, Rosy had a one-night-stand with a stranger, but she even didn’t know his appearance. The man took away her virginity, as well as the diamond ring. To get the ring back, Rosy decided to bite the hook. She went to find the man again. "I'm here for the diamond ring." "Marry me, then it's yours." This time, she threw herself into a sweet trap...

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

After three years of marriage, Lydia Grace hadn't even touched Harrison James's fingers, let alone conceived a child. Then came the plane crash. As a survivor, she stumbled upon Harrison accompanying another woman for a prenatal checkup at the hospital. Only then did she realize—she had never truly entered this man's heart. The moment she decided to let go, she suddenly discovered she was the granddaughter of the world's richest man. If she couldn't be Mrs. Harrison, then she'd become the nemesis of the Harrison conglomerate—so far out of his reach, he'd never dare dream of her again!

Lydia Mercer had played the mute for a lifetime, all to save her husband's face. Yet only on her deathbed did she discover that she was nothing more than a stand-in for Theodore Cavendish's first love. Utterly ridiculous! Reborn into a new life, she refused to be anyone's shadow ever again! This time around, she only wished to earn money, cure her brother's illness, and live a proper life with her family. But when she completely walked away, Theodore Cavendish—who had been obsessed with her for half his life—descended into madness and regret. Amidst the pouring rain, he knelt with red-rimmed eyes and begged pathetically: "Why? You were supposed to be my wife!" At this moment, a cold-faced military officer pulled her into his embrace. "Professor Cavendish, get the hell away. Don't dirty my wife's eyes!" Lydia Mercer's cheeks flushed crimson. The devotion and pampering she desired—she would have them all in this lifetime!

In the hotel, Vivienne Whitmore looked at her husband of five years and her former best friend, her expression remarkably calm. The mistress was riding high on arrogance. Vivienne tossed down a stack of cash and said indifferently, "This is your hard-earned compensation for servicing my husband. Which young master doesn't keep a few unsavory side pieces? If this were ancient times, I'd be the one arranging to take you in as a concubine. Now, get out." The mistress fled in panic. Vivienne slammed down the divorce papers. "Let's divorce. I'm pregnant, and the child isn't yours!" Maxwell flew into a rage and tried to strike her, but Vivienne Whitmore kicked him flying with one blow. Later, the child's biological father came knocking. The man lifted her chin and said coldly, "Just where do you think you're running off to with my baby in your belly?"

At the age of twenty, Alyssa Scott married the billionaire tycoon known as the "King of Commerce," Fifth Master Bennett. When word got out, everyone scoffed. How could a penniless country girl—a mere pretty face with no connections, just a struggling doctor—ever be worthy of the esteemed head of the Bennett family? But gradually, they discovered that this so-called "poor doctor" with "no background" was actually the treasured jewel of a prestigious medical dynasty in the capital, a prodigious surgeon, the heir to a renowned medical research institute, and even a mysterious designer... The world knew that Fifth Master Bennett had a white moonlight in his heart—an unattainable ideal. As their four-year marriage agreement neared its end, the man handed her a document, his tone gentle yet commanding: "Sign this." "A divorce agreement?" Alyssa's eyes sparkled with unconcealed eagerness and excitement. She had been longing for this moment. The man snorted coldly. "Just sign it!" Not long after, Fifth Master Bennett shamelessly declared, "Since you've borne my child, you're mine for life!"

In her previous life, Vivienne Hargrove married the man she loved, Nathan Hargrove, only to spend her days in misery. A fellow soldier had sacrificed his life to save Nathan, and Nathan felt compelled to take care of the man's widow and child. But that woman harbored ill intentions and constantly overstepped her bounds, showing up at their door late at night to whisk Nathan away. Vivienne endured endless torment through her pregnancy, subjected to the whispers and pointed fingers of their military compound neighbors, with no one to turn to. She raised her son alone, the two of them clinging to each other through the years. After all that struggle, she finally lived to see him grow up and enlist — only for him to lose his life on his very first mission. In her final years, she lay dying of a terminal illness, and only on her deathbed did she learn the devastating truth: her parents and her son had all been secretly murdered by that fallen soldier's widow. Consumed by boundless hatred and bitter regret, she was reborn — back to the very beginning of her marriage. This time, Vivienne Hargrove made up her mind: She would conceive the child from her past life, then keep the child and leave the husband behind. She tore up her application to follow him to his post in front of everyone, severing all ties in one clean stroke, and left Nathan Hargrove to tend to that mother and child on his own. Nathan Hargrove assumed they were of one heart — that his gentle, understanding wife had willingly stayed behind at the compound to look after others, and he felt nothing but guilt and gratitude toward her. So when Vivienne Hargrove asked for a divorce, Nathan Hargrove was utterly blindsided. He refused her again and again, but she vanished without a trace. Years later, when he came face to face with a little boy whose features were the mirror image of his own, the truth finally hit him. It was he who had dismissed her pain time and time again, who had broken her heart so thoroughly that she chose to carry and raise his child entirely alone — rather than have anything to do with him ever again. The man who had always been cold and unyielding, eyes rimmed red, sank to his knees before his wife and child: "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."

I was cheated by my dad and mom!! They coaxed me to carry a stranger's baby, then they could gain 20 million! So they could use the 20 million to provide their another daughter a well-off life. As for me, I was never in their plans. They decided to drive me out of the family once when I delivered the child. I helped them earn the 20 million with the cost of losing my college life and my boyfriend. Even though my boyfriend tried not to dump me, my half-sister tried her best to seduce him and managed to be engaged with him... Yes, that's what my family had done to me. Thank god, after I delivered the baby, I successfully got admitted to a foreign university, where I realized my dream--to be an interpreter. Five years later, I worked at the President's Mansion as an interpreter... But why did I feel familiar with the little boy who was the president's son?!

Freshly divorced and heartbroken, Vivian Lane is forced by her family to take her sister Sophia's place in a marriage alliance, becoming the wife of Nathan Knight—the formidable, wheelchair-bound president of a powerful business empire. Their union begins as a cold transaction. Nathan, who discovered the bride swap from the start, shows only contempt for Vivian, a "divorced woman" he sees as a gold-digger. Their days are filled with tension, public humiliation, and a strict, impersonal coexistence under the same roof. However, a deeper secret binds them. One month before the wedding, a devastated Vivian had a fateful, anonymous encounter with a stranger during a stormy night—an encounter that now leaves her pregnant with a child whose father she does not know. Meanwhile, Nathan is obsessively searching for the mysterious woman from that same rainy night, unaware she is now the wife he scorns. As Vivian struggles to hide her pregnancy and survive in the opulent yet hostile Knight mansion, Nathan's relentless pressure gives her an ultimatum: get rid of the "bastard child" or be cast out. Trapped between family duty, a growing attachment to her unborn baby, and Nathan's icy disdain, Vivian must navigate a web of deception. The story masterfully intertwines the lingering mystery of the passionate stormy night with the simmering conflict of a contract marriage. When the truth behind their first encounter inevitably surfaces, it threatens to shatter their fragile world. Will it unleash a final, bitter confrontation, or could it unravel the walls around their hearts, transforming resentment into an undeniable connection? This is a tale that begins with substitution and a contract, but becomes entangled with hidden desires and surprising vulnerability. Is their story destined to end in hatred, or is it the beginning of a deeper, unforeseen love?

The moment she opened her eyes, Beverly Caldwell found herself transmigrated into a period novel! And not just any character—she had become the doomed cannon fodder ex-girlfriend, the one who was swindled of her love and fortune by the male lead before meeting a tragic end in the countryside. Beverly smirked coldly: Sorry, not sorry. With her post-apocalyptic superpowers and a spatial dimension at her disposal, she wasn' t about to play along with this clichéd drama. Classmates trying to force her into marriage? Anonymous tip-off letter already in the mail! Relatives eyeing her family's wealth? One swift motion, and every last penny vanished into her space—leaving them with nothing but dust. Scumbag ex crawling back? She'd drain his bank accounts dry before skipping town! Packing her bags, she headed to the countryside to farm, heal, and search for her missing father. With her wood-based abilities, she revitalized barren fields and brought prosperity to the villagers—life was sweet! And oh, she just happened to pick up a stone-faced military officer along the way, who promptly spoiled her rotten, treating her like the most precious treasure in his life. When the original male lead came crawling back, begging for forgiveness? Her man tightened his military coat around her, shielding her behind him with a growl: "She's my wife now. Get lost—don't dirty her eyes."

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.