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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.

[70s Military Romance + Scientific Military Wife + Revenge Story + Scumbag's Regret] In her past life, Claire Reid abandoned her own dreams to serve the Holmes family her entire life, only to discover on her deathbed that she had been deceived! The man she loved, Ethan Holmes, had secretly married his "white moonlight" long ago, and the child she raised was actually theirs. The marriage certificate she cherished for decades turned out to be fake! Claire died with bitter regret—only to open her eyes and find herself reborn thirty years in the past! This time, she hasn’t yet married that scumbag, nor has she stepped onto the tragic path of her former life. Now, she swears to rewrite her destiny and make them pay for every drop of blood they owe her. The scumbag wants her to take the fall for plagiarism to protect his precious "white moonlight"? She’ll tear the truth wide open, clear her name, and expose that hypocrite to the world! His whole family still expects her to be their meek, obedient little wife? In their dreams! Slapping down schemers and stomping on scum, Claire dominates the 70s with a vengeance! Reclaiming her career, embracing her true self, she uses her scientific expertise and translation skills to contribute to the nation’s progress. And somehow, without even trying, she ascends to the peak of success. When the scumbag comes crawling back, sobbing and begging for a second chance— Claire doesn’t even have to lift a finger. Because standing protectively beside her, tall, imposing, and lethally jealous, is the one who’ll handle it for her. Nathan Blake, the most formidable special forces commander in the military zone, arches a brow and smirks: "Jealous? You’re the one who made me this way."

Katia was the pack's shadow. Overlooked, neglected, and crushed beneath her elder sister's prophecy-blessed glory. Wrongfully accused of pushing her sister off a cliff, she became the pack's most hated sinner. Tormented by her cruel father and bullied by her own brother, she endured endless beatings and humiliation. She decided to flee from the hellish territory, desperate to grasp a slim chance of freedom. Her escape ended in failure. She was dragged back cruelly, demoted to an omega, disowned by her family, and trapped in endless suffering. To make matters worse, she was bound to Alpha Xandar. He rejected her as his fated mate, and the agony of rejection caused her to lose her wolf. Trapped in endless darkness and brutal oppression, she fell into complete despair, waiting to be sent to the Mad King's brutal fighting pits to end her miserable life. Yet fate wove an irreversible cruel destiny for her. When the terrifying bloodthirsty Mad King Cahir arrived to attend the grand ceremony, the man who was once her sister's fiancé instantly sensed Katia as his fated mate. Cold-blooded, domineering and possessive, King Cahir branded his mark on her neck in everyone, binding the broken omega to his side. Between the ex-mate who abused her relentlessly and the tyrant king who loves her madly, Katia is stuck in a dangerous emotional vortex. Old grievances, pack conflicts, border disputes and the hidden truth behind her sister's fall gradually surface. Power once lost begins to revive quietly inside her, and hidden secrets buried by the whole pack are about to see the light of day. Rejected. Wronged. Abused. Favored by a tyrant king. Can Katia break away from the fate arranged by others and avenge her grievances? Most importantly, can she walk out of the shadow of pain, stand firmly beside the Mad King, and rewrite the destiny belonging only to herself?

The young emperor of the Upper Realm was reborn in the Lower Realm, with unparalleled mastery over elixirs and artifacts, his talent otherworldly. You have an unrivaled manual of concoction, a future king of elixirs? I apologize, but that was just some trash I had once discarded. You are the disciple of the Artifact Emperor, world-renowned? I'm sorry, but the Artifact Emperor happened to be my disciple. You are the present crown prince, the future sovereign? To be honest, the entire continent was merely my plaything. The strongest second-generation emperor, who could possibly rival him!

Evelyn Ward, the heir to a prestigious medical family, died a hero—yet her greatest regret was never having had a boyfriend. But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying beside a man whose face and physique were everything she'd ever dreamed of. Overjoyed, she assumed this was the heavens' compensation—a steamy dream come true—and wasted no time indulging herself! Only later did she realize, with horror, that this was no dream. She had somehow traveled back to the 1970s or '80s—and the man she'd slept with was none other than Jack Frost, the notorious "Re-Educated Youth" whom the entire village feared and avoided! Terrified, Evelyn packed her things and fled overnight, not daring to linger. She thought the matter was behind her—until a month later, when she discovered she was pregnant. Left with no choice, she found a secluded place, gave birth to an adorable son out of wedlock, and raised him alone, hiding their existence for four long years. Just when she thought they could live peacefully forever, the man from her past—now a far cry from the struggling intellectual youth—showed up at her doorstep! Dressed in a crisp military uniform, his posture imposing and his presence commanding, Jack Frost had transformed into a high-ranking officer from a powerful family, his future blazing with promise. His intense gaze locked onto her before shifting to the little boy beside her—a carbon copy of himself. His voice was deep, firm, and unyielding: "Evelyn Ward. You've been running for four years—hiding my son pretty well, haven't you?" Evelyn stared at the officer, then at her clueless child, on the verge of tears. How had the intimidating youth from back then turned into a military officer?! Now, her secretly born son was completely, undeniably exposed!

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!

?? Double-C mutual luring | Top-tier push-and-pull | Feral & dripping with lust | Age gap | Possessive AF | Off-the-charts sexual tension | Male lead #2 chases wife straight into the crematorium and shatters on impact 【Pure-yet-horny angler flower × abstinent, psycho Buddha】 The night the crown prince of Beijing’s elite publicly humiliated her, she drank his dad’s face off—literally. Why chase the son when you can make him kneel and call you “Mommy”? Everyone thinks Julian Ford, the Buddha of Beijing’s upper crust, is an untouchable saint carved from ice. Only Sofia Reed knows how deranged he is beneath the cassock—and the filthy ways he praises her for being “good.” Later, Evan Ford stands outside her door, eyes blood-shot, begging for a do-over. Inside, Julian pins her against the wood. “Be good. Say it loud enough for my ungrateful son to hear.” Next morning Evan corners her, eyes still red. “Who was the man in your bed last night?” “I can do everything he does, only better—pick me, please?” Sofia calmly pushes him off. “I’m your step-mother now.” “You used to whine I was clingy? Funny—I’m clinging to your daddy now. Feel good?” Evan cracks, confronting his adoptive father: “Did you… with Sofia Reed?” Julian smirks. “Yeah. Gonna fight me for her?” “You called her Sofia Reed for six years. Time to upgrade to ‘Mom.’” ⚠️ Warning: Double virgins. FL is white-lotus on the outside, black-bellied tease on the inside; ML pretends to be celibate but is actually a psycho who loves being her weapon. 10-year age gap. Face-slaps, scum-torture, maximum drama, non-stop battlefield of exes. Family tree is a stew—dog-blood galore. If that ain’t your dish, stay out.

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

After her mother's sudden death, her father couldn't wait to bring his mistress and her daughter into their home. Grandfather: "You ungrateful wretch! Heartless and cruel—you don't deserve to be in the Kendall family registry!" Father: "How did I end up with such a thankless daughter? No conscience, no shame—what the hell is wrong with you?!" Stepmother: "Sophia has always been frail and sickly. How could you be so cruel as to push her to the brink of death over some man?" She became the disgraced heiress of White City. Yet Charlotte Kendall never explained a thing. Then one day, a wave of influential figures suddenly spoke up for her online... Weren't they all saying Charlotte Kendall was just a down-and-out socialite with no connections or power?

After her mother's suicide, Anna called her father and uncle from the police station. Her father hung up without a word, while her uncle coldly told her to drop dead. Tears welled up in the three-year-old's eyes—until a large, warm hand settled gently on her head. "Want a dad?" With ruthless efficiency, Ethan Marks scooped up the sniffling little girl, tossed her into a sack, and carried her home. The entire family was in an uproar. Grandma, the iron-willed matriarch: "Bring over the latest luxury collections! My precious granddaughter gets first pick!" Billionaire Dad: "If anyone dares bully you, fight back. From now on, I'm your shield." Reclusive Uncle: "Sweetheart, all my earnings are yours. Be my daughter, won't you?" Older Brother, the family's little tyrant: "My sister is the cutest in the whole world!" Anna, who had braced herself for a life of misery, rubbed her big, doe-like eyes in utter bewilderment. Wait—was she actually the family's new treasure? Not one to take kindness for granted, little Anna repaid them in her own way. She chatted with flowers—and uncovered a corporate spy in her father's company. She whispered to grass—and miraculously healed her uncle's paralyzed legs. She confided in trees—and helped catch a murderer. She gossiped with cabbages—and discovered that her stern, no-nonsense grandfather was secretly henpecked. Every day was a whirlwind of jaw-dropping revelations and sweet revenge, and Anna couldn't have been happier. Then, out of nowhere, her deadbeat biological father showed up, demanding custody. Ethan Marks cracked his knuckles. "Try stealing my daughter. I dare you." Without even glancing at the man, Anna buried her face in Ethan's chest. "I only have one dad." As her birth father watched in speechless, seething regret, the infamous "Grim Reaper" Ethan Marks broke into the brightest smile of his life.

Fade Chen, a mysterious young man from Tianwu Mountain, started his adventure in urban city. He was a master of martial arts, and a doctor of excellent medical knowledge. He was doomed to be successful.

He reached up, cupping my jaw lightly, his fingers lifted. So our eyes met. I shut mine instinctively. My breaths came fast, uneven, my ribs aching with each one. “Open your eyes.” The command rolled off him lightly. I obeyed before comprehension caught up. My ocean-blue eyes met with his golden ones. His breath fanned my face, warm and steady. Yet full of a force I could not name. ————- I was eighteen when I finally accepted the truth: that I was meant to be alone. The day the pack branded me wolfless. And I was rejected by my chosen mate. Wolf Awakening Day was supposed to change everything. It was the day Alpha Mabel was supposed to announce me as his future Luna. My wolf chose not to appear. And he chooses my sister over me. Galvin Kingston. The alpha king ruled over thirty-six packs, a name spoken with caution and fear. His word is law, and yet power did not spare him from suffering. Each full moon stole a little more of his control, bringing pain and agony that only his fated mate could take away. And when he’s finally found her, he would never let her out of his sight again.

The crippled prince had become a commoner, but he had married a stunning beauty. His wife was a genius in martial arts and was high above others; he was a loser who had been humiliated. After accidentally awakening the spirit of a Divine King, his fate was reversed and he rose to power. From then on, he would crush those who humiliated him and conquer the peerless beauty! Geniuses, in front of me, are all good-for-nothings! Kings are like ants under my feet! I'm the God Slaying King with a single stroke of the Heaven-breaking Sword!

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."

In her past life, she and her triplet sons were abused to death. This time around, she gave birth to twin boys and fled far from home to a foreign land. Upon her return, her adorable babies had grown—and now, one by one, they took revenge on their scumbag father and his mistress. Then one day, her little one brought home a child who looked exactly like him. "Mommy, this is your third son. Did you really not know you'd lost one of your babies?" Ah, perfect. This time, not a single one of her three children was missing.

[70s Era + Space + Military Marriage + Stockpiling Supplies + Medical Skills] As Lydia Clark took her last breath, her mother-in-law's curses still rang in her ears: "A barren hen, even stealing medicine for your paralyzed father-in-law!" For three years after marrying into the Cui family, she had cared for her bedridden father-in-law, endured her sister-in-law's constant harassment, and weathered the veiled insults from her brother-in-law and his wife. Yet her husband had eyes only for his fallen comrade's widow—pocketing the money Lydia earned, he ran off to join the military with his "white moonlight," leaving her to clean up the mess. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back on the eve of her family's forced relocation to the Great Northern Wilderness. This time, the path ahead was clear: either remain the Cui family's blood bank, drained to the last drop, or follow her former fiancé—who had always secretly loved her—into the countryside! Without hesitation, Lydia chose the second option. But fate had a twist in store: she accidentally awakened a spatial storage system! Under cover of night, she emptied the scumbag's entire household and slipped away before dawn. Standing before the youngest regimental commander in the military district, she declared, "I'll go with you." In the Great Northern Wilderness, she used her spatial supplies to improve their lives while treating fellow educated youth and villagers, building a vibrant new existence. And at last, she fulfilled the regret of her past life—marrying that very regimental commander. Later, her ex-husband came crawling back, his "white moonlight" having vanished with all his money. Seeing Lydia in a brand-new padded coat, standing beside her tall, distinguished officer, he dropped to his knees with a thud. "Wife, I was wrong. Come back with me!" Cradling the hot-water bottle her husband had just bought her, Lydia gave him a cool glance. "Comrade, my husband is right here. Mind your words." As he watched their retreating figures, arm in arm, it finally dawned on him—the treasure he had lost. But Lydia Clark had long since stopped looking back.

Roselyn White transmigrated into the real daughter who'd just been found in the seventies? She's about to be married off to a comatose officer in place of her stepsister—just to bring him luck! Her scumbag dad's cheating, her stepmom rules the house, and her stepsister stole her entire life? She says “I do” without blinking—empties Dad's wallet, nabs Sis's spatial treasure, and walks into her in-laws' house only to be doted on like a team pet. She uncovers how her birth mother really died and slaps the whole rotten family into line. Oh, and she casually wakes her vegetable husband— Planning to divorce and dash once he's conscious, she instead finds herself pinned to the wall in a scorching kiss: “You kissed me, hugged me while I was out. Now that I'm awake, don't even think about running.”

Jade Sinclair didn’t learn the truth until her dying breath: the husband who hadn single night in eight years had long since built a love nest with his first flame The mother-in-law she’d served like a slave—paralyzed, demanding, never grateful—the wheezing father-in-law who emptied bottle after bottle of pills, and the drama-queen sister-in-law were all chains the Foster family forged to keep her tethered Even the university place she’d scraped every cent to buy had been handed by that scumbag straight to his white-moonlight sweetheart And the boy and girl she’d loved as her own for eight long years? The darling children she’d rocked through fevers and homework? Their real parents were those two cheating dogs When she opened her eyes again, she was back at square one—so… “Sent-down youth? Sis isn’t going to any stinking village, not in this lifetime!” “Marry that trash? I’d rather marry an actual dog.” “Wait on his family hand and foot? They can do whatever the hell they want; this lady is done serving!” This time, whoever crossed her would watch her flip the board and bury them with it As for marriage… the army officer next door in the military compound looked promising. In her last life he’d died young on a mission, leaving a fat pension and two solid rooms Marry him, shut the gossips up, become a wealthy widow with a house—match made in heaven So Jade marked the calendar, waiting for widowhood. Three years rolled by… then another three. Not only did the man refuse to die, he kept climbing—now a full-bird officer One night he pinned her to the mattress, laughter hot against her ear: “Wife… how about I ‘sacrifice’ myself right here in this bed?”

“You thought you could walk away from me, Rosella?” He pinned her against the glass wall of his office, the city lights glittering below like witnesses to her downfall. His fingers curled around her throat as he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’m going to take back what you stole, Rosella. Every night. Every moan. Every broken little plea you can’t help but make.” “And by the time I’m done with you, you won’t remember a life that didn’t revolve around me.” * Rosella Summers never did reckless things. Until one night, she fell into bed with a stranger. Who turned out to be her ex. Loving Thorn Rockwell was the biggest risk she ever took. The heir to the Rockwell empire. A blazing-hot racing icon. And a man born so far from her struggling world, loving him felt like trying to catch starlight with bare hands. Six years ago, they were inseparable. Then she left. Broke his heart. Disappeared without a trace. She told herself it was the right thing—that walking away would save him. But she was wrong. Now Thorn is back. And he’s her new boss. The soft boy she once loved is gone. In his place stands a cold, vengeful monster. A man who looks at her not with love, but with the promise of destruction. He wants to ruin her. Humble her. Have her. Preferably beneath him. But Thorn doesn’t know the whole truth. Rosella isn’t just protecting her own heart anymore. She has Thraia—her five-year-old daughter, her whole world, and a secret that could shatter everyone if Thorn ever finds out. He wants revenge. She needs a miracle. And the only thing more dangerous than his hatred… Is the love they never truly buried.

Seven years ago, she was set up and spent one reckless night with a stranger; dazed by desire, she fled at dawn Seven years on, she storms back with her little darlings in tow—only to discover the “passer-by” she once slept with is now the all-powerful titan of the capital The kids tail the big boss every day until Harrison Slater finally corrals them inside his mansion Sienna Shaw races over, only to be pinned against the wall by Harrison Slater “You stole something of mine—time to return it.” “What proof do you have?” “Let me help you remember…” From the corner to the bedroom, one “reminder” after another, until Sienna Shaw’s last defense crumbles “Fine—we split the kids fifty-fifty… please, just let me go…” “You and the children—you're all mine.”