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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.

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find herself trans inside a novel—right after her real body had been declared brain-dead. She was now the stepmother of five future villains, and her brand-new husband had died on the battlefield almost as soon as the wedding ended. The five kids who would one day implode into blackened, plot-derailing disasters were still pitiful little things: hungry, cold, homeless. A “Villain-Correction System” shackled itself to her. Mission: farm, raise the cubs, give them a warm childhood so they’d grow up straight and bright and never break the storyline again. Just when everything was running smoothly, the system informed her that a father figure was essential to the villains’ healthy growth curve. While Serena Whitmore stared at that problem in despair, a tall, lean, devastatingly handsome man showed up at the gate. “Wife, I’m their dad.” The guy who’d supposedly collected his death-coupon in chapter one was suddenly alive—turned loyal-dog-slash-big-bad-wolf whose only hobbies were spoiling his wife and competing with his own children for her attention. Shameless man: “That’s my wife. If you want one go find your own.” Little radish-tops: “That’s our mama!” Man: “Not blood-related—doesn’t count.” Reading Notes Main tag: farming + child-rearing; daily chores and firewood-oil-salt-rice. Will NOT turn into palace-or-harem intrigue! Not happening! ML type: traditional loyal foodie on the outside, sly fox inside; career goal = spoil wife. Note: 1v1 double-clean!! (Kids are NOT related by blood!)

Sophia Foster was passing by her aunt's grain store during New Year's visit when her suddenly-busy aunt asked her to mind the shop. As she lounged in a rocking chair scrolling through videos, a meteorite came crashing from the sky—plunging her into darkness. She awoke to find herself in a cramped, oxygen-deprived space, someone's feet pressing on her head. With a desperate kick, she shoved the feet away and gasped for air before exhaustion overtook her. When consciousness returned, she'd become a three-year-old toddler in the year 1956. The looming three-year famine made her tremble—until she discovered her aunt's grain store had miraculously followed her through time.

In her last life, her husband had sent Vivian Hawthorne’s son to donate bone marrow to save the daughter of his white moonlight—only to discover the girl was never sick at all Vivian Hawthorne’s child was murdered by that same white moonlight Heart shattered, Vivian leapt from the hospital rooftop Yet fate spun backward; she awakened at the very moment the tragedy began This time she steps into the game herself, vowing to make the white moonlight pay in blood.

【Spoiled Wife + Sweet Pampering + Family Darling + Rags-to-Riches + Face-Slapping + Double Virginity】 In her last life, Elena Morrison was blinded by a scumbag and watched her family crumble. The man who truly loved her died saving her. Elena Morrison died with endless regret, eyes wide open in death. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the 1980s. This time, armed with “foresight,” she outwits the village head, crushes local tyrants, and tramples every scum man and woman who crosses her path—rewriting the tragedy of her past. She breaks through every obstacle to stand beside him, helps him into university, builds a fortune, and climbs back to the summit they once reached. At last the big-shot is fully raised. Elena Morrison exhales in relief—only to find the big-shot demanding babies every single day… Day after day she clutches her aching waist, dazed. Wasn’t she the one raising the big-shot? How did it turn into the big-shot raising her?

Frost Lawson opened her eyes and found herself transplanted into a period drama as the cannon-fodder ex-wife destined for a miserable end. On their wedding night, her husband abandoned her to “comfort” his widowed sister-in-law. Frost Lawson flipped the table on the spot, summoned the whole village to watch, tore the scumbag to shreds, and beat the white-lotus widow black and blue. They wanted to embezzle her father’s pension and seize his house? She took every last coin of their funeral savings too. They planned to trade her father’s military honors for promotions? Dream on—she stripped the man of every rank and ruined his future. Gossip claimed no one would want her after a divorce? She turned around and force-married the disgraced capitalist heir currently undergoing re-education—Lincoln York. From then on, their lives flipped upside-down. The scumbag and the widow went hungry; she and Lincoln York ate meat at every meal. The scumbag huddled in a drafty, leaking shack; she lived in a grand three-story villa. The scumbag, green with regret, knelt at her door begging to remarry. Lincoln York shielded her pregnant belly, voice icy yet possessive: “Darling, don’t look at him—he’ll dirty our baby’s eyes.” Before marriage, Lincoln York had loftily declared: I’ll never marry into a family, and certainly not a village girl. After marriage, the once-proud young master carried a washboard and pleaded pitifully: “Darling, please don’t make me sleep in the study tonight—I want to share your bed…”

Apocalypse Survivor Jessica Knight Transmigrates into a 1970s Orphan! Her birth mother and stepfather steal her job and force her to marry a paralyzed man? Rolling up her sleeves, Jessica starts digging a grave: "Back in the apocalypse, I killed first and asked questions never. Consider yourselves lucky!" Just when she thinks no one dares to mess with her, a stone-faced officer pins her down on their first meeting. Jessica pulls out a dagger: "Looking to die?" The officer puffs out his chest: "Wanna feel my abs? All eight of 'em!" Jessica is stunned: "Since when are officers in this era so... unpredictable?"

After three years of marriage, Ethan Lawson had always been the epitome of gentleness—never once raising his voice or quarreling with me. I thought I was lucky, the one blessed with tenderness. Until that day, when I saw him corner another woman, his voice raw with fury as he shouted, "You were the one who walked away! What right do you have to ask for my love now?" In that moment, I realized—he *could* lose control over a woman. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned away, filed for divorce, and vanished into the crowd without a word. Later, I heard he’d gone mad, scouring the entire city for me. I didn’t believe it. Until he grabbed me in public, his voice trembling and rough: "Sweetheart, please come home... I—I haven’t stopped missing you, not for a single day..." I pushed him away, linking arms with my new boyfriend. "Sorry, *ex*-husband, but even a stray dog wouldn’t take you back." "Now go be quiet—like the dead."

Elizabeth Greene was the adopted daughter of a second-rate wealthy family. After the true heiress returned, she was unceremoniously kicked out of the house. The classic "true and false heiress" drama unfolded around her, leaving her utterly bewildered. She had always assumed her father was unknown... But...no one told her that her biological father was actually the richest man in Country Y! Now, with her doting dad, gentle mom, and five older brothers treating her like a precious treasure, her life took a dramatic turn. After changing her name to Sophia Harrison, she discovered there was another adopted daughter in the family? Something felt off—very off. This adopted daughter, the former fake heiress, seemed to prioritize her at every turn and even admired her openly. Well, that suited her just fine. Sophia wasn't one for scheming, and if this sister wanted protection, she'd gladly provide. Regretting it now, are we, Greenes? Too bad—step aside, because this young lady isn't here to entertain you anymore! The unavoidable "tragedy" of wealthy families—arranged marriage. Just as she began settling into her new life as the beloved heiress, an unwelcome fiancé showed up at her doorstep? Can the engagement be called off? The answer: No. And now this so-called fiancé has the audacity to vow to take care of her for life? But...she's already a master of everything—renowned traditional painter, miracle-working physician, guzheng virtuoso, top-tier fashion designer, architect... The list of her hidden identities is endless. Who does he think he is, offering to support her? Yet, the man in question simply wraps an arm around her waist and murmurs, "Since my Sophia is so capable, I can just relax and let her take care of me." Blushing, Sophia Harrison retorts, "I never said I'd support you! Hand over your assets first, and maybe I'll consider it~"

When she opened her eyes, Victoria Bennett discovered she was not only married but also had a sixteen-year-old son. Her husband was a thirty-five-year-old steel-plant director, and her stepson was a second-year high-schooler. A month earlier, Edward Lawrence, who had been single for years, had quietly announced his marriage; his bride, a boiler-room worker more than ten years his junior, sent shockwaves through the whole third-tier city. Victoria Bennett stepped into the house, spotted the tall, unfamiliar back, and was about to speak when another man walked out of the kitchen—same eyebrows, same icy aura. Victoria Bennett: … Could someone please tell her which one was her husband?

Vivian Harper only learned the truth on her deathbed her entire twenty years of life had been stolen by the Montgomery family, who had used her as nothing more than a “luck puppet.” They’d snatched her as a baby for her fate of boundless fortune. When she opened her eyes again, she was bound to a [Favorability System] that could trade goodwill for grain, medicine, and supplies an instant cheat code So Vivian decisively went to the countryside to become the team’s darling. Her new parents adored her to the bone, her three older brothers took turns spoiling her, and her little brother guarded her every day. She led the whole family in foraging wild delicacies and earning work points; their days grew brighter and richer until the entire village wept with envy. Along the way she picked up a “little fool”: handsome, strong, and the moment he saw her he called her “wife.” Vivian pushed his approaching face away. “I’m not your wife.” The fool wasn’t upset; he pulled a grimy milk candy from his pocket and placed it gently in her palm. “For my wife to eat.” She sighed since she couldn’t shake him off, she might as well marry him! After the wedding, the little fool worked for her by day and clung to her by night; their days were honey-sweet. Then one day the fool regained his senses he wasn’t a fool at all, but a big shot with a dazzling military background. A very pregnant Vivian stared blankly: no one had told her that when she picked him up!

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!

[Rebirth in the 80s + Second Chance + Rise to Power + Rough Diamond Soldier + Military Marriage + Face-Slapping & Revenge] Rosalind Whitmore opened her eyes and found herself back in 1985! In her last life she’d been blinded by lard, turning her back on the high-powered, iron-fisted “Living King of Hell,” Magnus Morrison, to elope with a sweet-talking pretty boy. In the end she was dumped in the wilderness and died a miserable death. Now, reborn, she stared at the tall, chiseled officer whose muscles rippled and hormones overflowed—Magnus Morrison—and regret gnawed at her bones. This tough-as-nails man was a hundred times better than that weak chicken who couldn’t lift a sack of rice! Everyone in the military family compound waited for the joke, whispering behind their hands: “That pampered Rosalind Whitmore will never survive the cold-blooded demon. Three days tops, she’ll run home in tears.” Reality slapped every face crimson. A comrade rushed in: “Captain Morrison, your Rosalind got her new dress dirty and is throwing a little tantrum!” Magnus Morrison’s face stayed hard as granite, but his voice carried a hidden tenderness: “Then toss it. I’ll buy ten more. My pay can spoil her for life.” The cafeteria auntie leaned over to grumble: “Captain Morrison, your wife says the food’s awful and slammed down her chopsticks!” Without a word Magnus peeled off his uniform. “Got it. I’ll cook at home—whatever she wants, I’ll make it.” The whole compound gaped: the once-terrifying Living King of Hell had turned into a wife-spoiling maniac? Rosalind looped her arm through Magnus’s, smiling sweetly. “Captain Morrison, they all say you’re fierce, but you only ever pamper me.” Magnus ruffled her hair, voice low and husky: “No one else is worth my attention.” This lifetime, Rosalind clings to her rough-diamond officer, slaps the pretty boy’s face, crushes every sneer, and together with Magnus Morrison writes a sweet, victorious love story against all odds.

Sophia Yeats believed her bond with her husband was unbreakable—until she discovered the marriage certificate she treasured was a forgery! Her husband had secretly been married to her mentor for five long years. She had been their shield, bearing the brunt of gossip as the "barren wife," even raising their child in ignorance. Furious, Sophia dialed a number and declared, "I am unmarried and childless. All inheritance belongs solely to me." Then, without hesitation, she walked away from the Whitaker family. After Sophia left, Ethan Whitaker assumed she had nowhere to turn, smugly waiting for her to come crawling back. But soon, he saw her again--this time in the headlines of a nationwide sensation. There she stood, commanding billions in assets, side by side with a powerful tycoon, bathed in admiration and envy. Ethan was consumed by regret. Desperate, he bombarded her with messages, pleading, "Sophia, I was wrong. Can we start over?" Yet before she could respond, the formidable man beside her stepped forward, his gaze icy and possessive. "My wife," he warned, his voice laced with dominance, "is not for anyone to covet."

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?

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?

At the age of seven, Vivian Harper witnessed her mother's suicide by jumping off a building and was later kidnapped. Though she survived, she developed bipolar disorder and was soon sent abroad. Her grandmother coldly declared, "You're nothing but a cursed star—bringing death to your mother and misfortune to your brother. As long as I live, don't even think about touching a single penny of the Harper family's wealth." But little did they know, she couldn't care less about the Harper fortune. Any one of her hidden identities could shake the world. She's the most expensive special agent on the planet. She's one of the founders of the Tianqi Group. She's the elusive genius known as the Mad Doctor. She's the legendary hacker, a shadowy figure in the digital underworld. ... As layer after layer of disguises fell away, not only did the scumbag father's family regret their actions to no end—the entire elite circle of the capital was left in shambles. After stepping away from the negotiation table, Vivian Harper was pinned against the wall by the heir of the Campbell family. The man's voice was low and rough as he murmured, "Darling, just how many hidden identities do you still have that I don't know about?" Vivian hooked a finger into his tie and tugged him down, her lips curling into a smirk. "Guess."

"My academically challenged wife turned out to be the top scorer on the college entrance exams?" "My supposedly useless wife turned out to paint with her left hand and play the piano with her right?" "My delicate and gentle wife turned out to be an undefeated boxing champion?" "My spendthrift wife turned out to be the mysterious behind-the-scenes boss of a secret conglomerate?" Everyone: "Young Master Kingston, are you blind? How could you divorce such an all-rounder queen?" For a brief moment, Young Master Kingston enjoyed the thrill of divorce, only to find himself plunged into the fiery pits of pursuing his wife again. Her striking face was icy, "Get lost!" Until... At a certain gala one evening. The man smirked devilishly, "Where do you think you're running off to this time?"

A cultivation powerhouse from another realm, Serena Whitaker wakes up reborn in the modern world—now the "poor girl" a wealthy family brought back from the countryside. In their eyes, she's a hopeless mess: reckless with money, addicted to booze, and barely literate. Even Veronica Whitaker, the family's cherished "heiress," sneers that Serena won't even make it into college. Then Serena's masks start getting ripped off—one after another. A viral guzheng virtuoso. A ghostly miracle doctor. A martial arts prodigy. A top-tier, record-breaking film queen… Elite academies fight to recruit her.

Four-year-old Nora Whitfield: her father, the “Soldier-God” who died on the frontier; her mother, dead of illness. The child became an orphan, then her heartless uncle flung her into the woodshed, fed her moldy scraps, and planned to sell her to settle his debts. At the brink of despair, the retired war dog her father left behind lunged forward with a roar that shielded its tiny mistress. Together, girl and old hound tore through the siege and set out on a grueling search for family. The uncle only sneered—what storm could a scrap of a girl and a decrepit dog raise? He had no idea he’d stirred up catastrophe. When Nora Whitfield pulled out the blood-stained family photo she kept pressed to her heart. The five comrades in that picture were now the nation’s five supreme war-gods—commanders of entire military regions. The moment they saw the bruised, bone-thin little girl quaver out the word “Uncles,” those five generals exploded in fury. “You dare torment a martyr’s orphan? You’re courting death!” In an instant, a million elite soldiers mobilized—solely to keep this lone child safe. Whoever dared bully Nora Whitfield would pay a bitter price; no one would escape unscathed. Hurt our martyr’s orphan, and even across endless distance we will annihilate you.