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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?

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.

Anne Bradley drowned in a chamber pot, becoming a wandering ghost who witnessed the brutal massacre of her entire family! Stocked with supplies, she headed for the countryside—only to bump into her gentle childhood sweetheart, a man with exceptional medical skills... who also happened to be a great cook. The man chuckled lowly, "My young mistress deserves to be pampered—no exhaustion, no hunger, no grievances."

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.

Daisy Bloom was a renowned food blogger—until Daisy opened her eyes and found herself reborn inside a period novel as Ellie, a fake daughter destined for a tragic end. Worse still, before she could make sense of her situation, the real rich girl knocked her out and forced her into marriage—with an “old man” no less! Rumors whispered that her husband was ugly, crippled, and already had two children. If she married him, she’d become a stepmother. Even more terrifying, Daisy in the novel was a vicious supporting character, doomed to be trampled beneath the heroine’s feet and die as nothing more than a stepping stone. No way—this time, she would rewrite her fate! Instead of desperately struggling to return to the city, Daisy walked straight to the rumored crippled man, smiled sweetly, and declared: "Robin, I'm here to marry you." Yet the so-called “old and lame” man was anything but. Towering and powerful, with sculpted muscles and an aura of dominance—this was no ordinary man. He was the formidable commander of the legion! At that moment, Daisy had only one thought: Hold onto this man for dear life! After marriage, she won him over with her unrivaled cooking skills, dazzling him with one exquisite dish after another. Soon, even the iron-blooded commander was wrapped around her little finger. Armed with modern supplies and a mysterious space, she overturned fate, attracting the novel’s key figures to her side one by one. Meanwhile, the so-called heroine could only stare in disbelief. "Wait—why is everyone siding with her? I’m the heroine!"

Catherine Whitmore woke up inside a period-era novel as the capitalist family's seventh daughter—born of a concubine—and discovered she'd been swapped into a marriage the moment she opened her eyes. “The childhood betrothal to the He family in Liaoning—Laner's health is too delicate for the northern cold, so you'll take her place.” Catherine massaged her throbbing temples; after digesting the original host's memories, she smiled. In the original plot, the very day the girl reached Liaoning her so-called fiancé Harrison Blackwood married someone else The original host was forced to wed a groom, her dowry stolen, and finally framed for treason—she dashed her head against the He ancestral shrine and died. But this life she had someone else in mind. “Mother is right.” Catherine signed obediently, then slipped straight into the Shen family vault That night every brick of the Shen century-old hoard was hauled away until only load-bearing walls remained—even the gold bars tucked behind ancestors' tablets vanished into thin air. Then she hopped on the north-bound train; in its window glass glinted her icy smile: “I'm not going to marry—I'm going to be their ancestor.” Three days later at He's gate Harrison wrapped an arm around his new bride and sneered at Catherine: “Catherine Whitmore, even if you knelt and begged I wouldn't marry a woman like—” Before he could finish, a military jeep screeched beside them The door swung open; army boots hit dirt; epaulettes carried cold stars of rank. The man peeled off white gloves, pulled Catherine into his arms before everyone, and swept his frigid gaze over gaping Harrison: “Didn't your father teach you greeting your elders?” “Say hello—little aunt.”

The country bumpkin was brought back to be a sacrificial bride. Elena Monroe agreed—only to cut ties immediately after and dump her scumbag father. Little did she expect the "dead" m an she was supposed to marry would come back to life--and shamelessly crawl into her bed every night. After severing ties, her trashy father, stepmother, and white-lotus stepsister eagerly awaited Elena Monroe's downfall. Instead, she was welcomed into a top-tier aristocratic family! The family's green-tea fake heiress spread rumors about Elena Monroe being vulgar and incompetent--until her hidden identities were accidentally exposed! Genius prodigy? That was her. Top-tier miracle doctor? Also her. Master of the suona, inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, youngest gambling legend of Las Vegas… All her! The fake heiress got utterly humiliated, while her seven superstar brothers doted on her like crazy! Rumors spread that the hidden boss was still single—suitors lined up, trending on hot searches! "Elena, marry me! I'll give you all my assets!" "Elena, accept this 10-carat diamond ring--it' my heart for you!" "Elena…" Elena Monroe had no time to refuse. A certain man, burning with jealousy, pinned her down, his voice low and possessive: "Darling, it's time to drop the act!"

She died in prison. After years of betrayal, humiliation, and pain. But fate gave her a second chance-rebirth. Now, she's no longer the submissive housewife everyone looked down on. She's a fierce, unstoppable boss lady-out for revenge. Cheating ex? Destroyed. Fake friends? Exposed. Dignity? Reclaimed. She takes back everything they stole from her-one slap at a time. But just when she thought she had control over everything, she comes home to the mysterious man in the wheelchair. With a sweet smile, she leans down. "Miss me?" He suddenly stands up, pins her against the wall, and whispers, "I missed you... and I need you." Her eyes widen. "Y-Your legs?! When did you-?" He smirks. "That's a secret."

Charlotte Wood found herself transmigrated into the body of a notorious woman—the "promiscuous and unfaithful" ex-wife of military bigwig Daniel Foster! Charlotte sneered: "The original host was blind, but I'm not!" What's more, she possessed a magical jade pendant that granted her access to a pocket dimension, complete with supplies, a spirit spring, and fertile black soil. Outwardly, her stern and reticent husband shielded her and crushed their enemies without a word.

The Childers family noticed their fortunes declining rapidly after their engagement to Grace White—everything they touched seemed to turn to misfortune. Convinced she was the source of their bad luck, they called off the wedding. The heartbroken Grace drowned herself in a pond... only for the 21st century's legendary Koi Queen to awaken in her body. The new Grace radiated prosperity where the former "jinx" had stood. Those who crossed her or spoke ill of her found misfortune dogging their steps, while Grace herself enjoyed divine favor: wild pheasants literally fell at her doorstep when she craved meat; the God of Wealth came knocking when she considered starting a business; and tall, handsome suitors appeared like gifts from heaven. The former "ugly girl" turned "human bad luck charm" had transformed into a stunning beauty with heaven-defying luck. Her veteran soldier husband chuckled: "I only wanted an 'unlucky' wife to ward off evil spirits. Instead I got this walking blessing who not only brings incredible fortune but gave me triplets at once!" As for the Childers family who rejected her? They were left chewing their fists in regret.

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

For two years, Clara Walsh had cherished what she believed was her marriage certificate—until the day she went to officially register it, only to discover the document was a forgery. Furious, she sought out her husband, Richard Fraser, demanding answers. But before she could confront him, she overheard the truth: the man who had tenderly cared for her for six years had already been married—to her senior teacher—for five. Not only had Clara been used as a smokescreen for their affair, but Richard had also publicly branded her as infertile, forcing her to raise their love child as her own. Disgusted, Clara picked up the phone and called the lawyer who had recently contacted her about an inheritance. "Unmarried. No children. Every last penny—goes to me alone." With icy resolve, she walked out of the Fraser family home. Richard, smugly certain she had nowhere else to turn, waited for her to come crawling back. But then—headlines exploded across the nation. There, splashed across every news outlet, was Clara. Now draped in unimaginable wealth, she stood radiant under the spotlight beside a man who commanded the highest echelons of power. The world watched in awe as they exchanged vows, their union celebrated with envy and admiration from every corner of the globe.

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 first time they met, Jace looked her in the eye and said, "I don't sleep with virgins. Too much trouble. No satisfaction." The second time, desire betrayed his rules. "Walk away, Nerissa. Or I'll stop pretending I can resist you." The 99th time, everything changed. "I don't want to be your lover anymore. I want to be your husband." To save her father's life, Nerissa offered the only thing she had left — her first night. The buyer? Dr. Jace Whitmore. Cold, powerful, and dangerously untouchable. For Nerissa, it was supposed to end when the debt was paid. For Jace, it was just lust. He thought once he tired of Nerissa's body, letting her go would be easy. But neither of them expected to fall — hard. As desire deepens into something dangerously close to love, their fragile bond is tested by ruthless enemies, haunting secrets, and the brutal reality of their worlds: hers, humble and struggling; his, ruthless and elite. Can a relationship born of desperation and desire survive the storm — and turn into something real?

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?

Rumor has it that the lost daughter of the Turner family has returned? And she came back on her own? This shocking news has left the major wealthy families in utter disbelief. Everyone initially assumed that this girl, who came back from who-knows-where, must be a country bumpkin who knows absolutely nothing! A country bumpkin? Sophia Turner raised an eyebrow and casually revealed her slew of identities. What?! The world's top fashion designer? The world's leading hacker? The youngest scientist in the world? A professor at one of the world's most prestigious universities? The CEO of Dawn Corporation, one of the top fifty companies in the world? And the most outrageous revelation of all—she's actually Damian Moore's wife? The crowd clutched their chests, feeling as if their little hearts couldn't take it anymore! Their hearts ached terribly, and they needed emergency medical attention—they might not survive this shock!

In her past life, Emily Stanton was strangled to death by her own husband! Reborn on her twentieth birthday—the very day she was supposed to marry Elliott Rhodes—Emily Stanton did the unthinkable: she fled the wedding! Scaling the wall in her escape, she tumbled straight into the arms of her sworn rival, Dylan Maxfield. The wealthy playboy arched a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Throwing yourself at me now?" Emily yanked him closer, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. "How about it, Mr. Maxfield? Give me a chance to become Mrs. Maxfield?" Dylan, ever the provocateur, feigned disinterest. "Crashing weddings isn't my style. Though I wouldn't mind sneaking off to the woods with you for some... excitement." Emily: "..." In the end, it was Dylan who found himself cornered against a wall, his tie gripped tightly in Emily's fist as she dragged him straight to the courthouse for a marriage license. Emily grinned. "Rumor has it Dylan Maxfield has three irresistible qualities—a voice like velvet, a face carved by the gods, and a body to die for. Marry him, and happiness is guaranteed!" Dylan's lips curved into a dangerously charming smile. "Careful, sweetheart. I don't take teasing lightly. Once you've got me, there's no running away." Run? Not a chance. She'd have him wrapped around her finger—completely and utterly. What's it like marrying your nemesis? Some things are better felt than explained. Just spoil each other rotten—until death do you part!

The moment she opened her eyes, Natalie Rowan found herself transported from the apocalyptic world where humanity had perished straight into the 1960s. Though it was an era of scarcity—where hunger gnawed and warmth was a luxury—she no longer felt alone. Her wood-element powers and spiritual spring space had followed her through time, leaving her absolutely thrilled. Her stepmother schemed, her stepsister was vicious—breaking the original host's leg and signing her up for rural labor—all to steal her narcissistic, arrogant fiancé? Natalie smirked coldly. Rural labor? Fine, they'd all go together. She'd make sure her step-siblings were shipped off to the harsh Northwest. A broken leg? With her wood-element abilities, she healed it in minutes, then emptied the family home of every last valuable, leaving her scoundrel father and stepmother howling in rage. Breaking off the engagement? Perfect. She'd trade the marriage for a hefty payout, ditch the self-absorbed jerk, and call it a win. After turning the household upside down, she packed up the last of their valuables—even the cast-iron pots—and headed to the countryside with flair. While others struggled, she feasted. While others suffered, she thrived. Riding the wave of the times straight to the top, she discovered her two brothers vying to spoil her—turns out, she was the long-lost heiress. And then there was that stoic military officer, relentlessly pursuing her—tall, devastatingly handsome, handing over his salary, doing all the housework, utterly smitten. Natalie: "Fine, let's give love a try." But then her arrogant ex-fiancé came crawling back, begging through tears: "Don't call off the engagement, please—I'll be your loyal lapdog." Natalie: "Tch. Not interested."

What the hello kitty! She travelled across time, right? After experiencing an air crush, she awoke to discover herself in a large bridal sedan chair wearing a traditional wedding dress. She was informed that the Crown Prince had rejected her and that she would now wed the dying and ailing Prince Xuan. The Crown Prince? Prince Xuan? Who the heck were they? What dynasty was that? Who could identify the man wearing the silver mask for her? Her spouse? "The responses are irrelevant. Why don't we complete the marriage now, my lady?" On the couch, the man pushed her down...

Lana Reyes was the daughter of the leader of one of the most powerful biker gangs in the US, Samuel Reyes. When his second in command, Ryder Donovan, was released from his 3 year sentence he was welcomed back to the gang instantly. When Lana runs into him for the first time in 3 years she discovers just how closed off her friend had become. Will he stay closed off from the woman that used to be one of his closest friends or will he give in to the feelings he had for her all those years ago?