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For three years, Chloe Ashford had made herself invisible — a ghost drifting through the days. Only in the deepest hours of the night would that man come to her, draped over her with an almost obsessive hunger, savoring her every inch… Three years ago, at the school's graduation gala, Chloe — the scholarship student everyone at the prestigious academy loved to mock — had slept with Ethan Mercer, the most coveted and blue-blooded young heir in the capital, the one every girl on campus dreamed about. From that night on, the scandal became the juiciest piece of gossip in University A's hundred-year history, and a permanent stain on Ethan's otherwise spotless reputation. What no one knew, however, was that the broke girl who'd once worked odd jobs just to keep herself fed had since become Ethan's wife — and had been for three years. So why did no one know she was Ethan's wife? Because Ethan had never once introduced her in public. He hadn't even acknowledged knowing her. Then one day, a post appeared on Ethan's social media: I am Chloe's husband. Now and forever. An account by the name of Chloe replied beneath it: Who are you? Sorry — divorced. Not interested.

"Breaking News! A Sweet and Adorable Three-Year-Old Takes the Spotlight!" On her third birthday, little Lily Harrison was whisked away from the orphanage by her coldly elegant billionaire father in a fleet of luxury cars. From that day on, the tiny princess embarked on her fairytale life. Lily now resides in a grand, opulent castle, dines on meals prepared by world-class chefs, and rides in a one-of-a-kind luxury car. Her doting father, grandfather, uncles (second, third, fourth, and youngest), and a whole host of big and little uncles all compete to spoil her rotten. Even a mysterious "wish-granting system uncle" joins in, eager to fulfill her every whim. Hands on her hips, Lily puffs out her cheeks and declares in her sweet, babyish voice, "No fighting~ Line up nicely~ Take turns spoiling Lily~" Follow the delightful daily adventures of little Lily Harrison as she lives her best life as the happiest, most pampered little heiress! An irresistibly cute, soft, and sweet little angel!

Autumn Crawford transmigrated straight into the body of a capitalist heiress in the seventies—only to find her life already on the chopping block. Her reborn cousin was leading a mob to raid her house, denounce her parents, and wait to inherit her property, ancestral assets, and fiancé. The newly-arrived Autumn Crawford: She neatly bled her scumbag fiancé dry of cash and ration tickets, annulled the engagement at lightning speed, then bundled the cousin and the scumbag’s whole family off to the Great Northwest in one neat package. Binding the ancestral space, she emptied the family fortune, grabbed her little sister, and headed straight for the place where her parents had been sent down—reconstruction support starts with me. Human traffickers want to kidnap her? One punch each, plus a silk banner of thanks. Enemy agents stirring up sabotage? Her kicks are sharp; medals and commendations follow. Only… this particular spy case seems to run deeper than expected. And that broad-shouldered, long-legged hunk who keeps hovering around her—his moves are suspiciously slick. Autumn Crawford (on high alert): This has to be the enemy’s “sugar-coated bullet!” She (rubbing hands): …Still, the sugar is undeniably sweet.

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…”

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

Pharmaceutical researcher Tiffany Whitmore wakes up as the cannon-fodder foil to her cousin? Original host married a “phoenix man,” poured in everything, and suffered; cousin snagged a commander husband and bathed in luxury! Just as she’s ready to flip the script, the cousin—armed with prophetic dreams—throws a tantrum demanding they swap grooms? Tiffany Whitmore slaps the table and laughs herself silly: “This heaven-sent fortune is mine!” Commander father-in-law on death’s door? She keeps him alive with pure pharmaceutical know-how! Borderlands short on supplies? Her spirit-spring space has more than enough! Ice-cold officer husband? When the craving hits, she bites—then bolts! The cousin who stole the groom is left dumbstruck: The “phoenix man” she snatched turns out to be a deadbeat, becomes the commander’s wife—and the richest woman to boot! Even wilder: the once frosty officer morphs into Tiffany Whitmore’s devoted lapdog?

Iris Ashford, the strongest warrior who fought through the apocalypse for ten bloody years, transmigrates back to 1973—a time of crippling scarcity—and becomes the true daughter the Ashford family finally found. She thought her suffering was over, that stability awaited. Instead, she discovers she's merely a cannon-fodder side character destined for a miserable death in some era novel! Her previous life's script was absolute garbage! Her scumbag fiancé Nathan Holloway pines for the white lotus foster daughter, storms in to provoke her at will, and tries to steal her life-bound pearl. Iris Ashford, now awakened with spatial abilities and powers, doesn't indulge him for a second. She kicks him down on the spot and declares with domineering flair: "Scumbags and bitches—none of you are worth a damn!" They think forcing a broken engagement will control her? She agrees without hesitation: "Whoever doesn't break it off is a dog!" Then she empties his family's assets clean, leaves the Holloway household with nothing but bare walls—striking first and striking hard, pure satisfaction! More shocking—the Ashford family's pampered fake daughter is actually reborn. Armed with memories from her past life, she schemes to steal Iris's golden finger and climb over the Ashford family to become richest tycoon. Foreseeing catastrophe for her entire family, Iris Ashford defies fate itself and reverses every tragedy: Solves her parents' political exile crisis. Heals her damaged eldest brother. Protects her nephew from his ill-fated path. Rewrites her sister's brutal death. With Divine Farmer Space and billions in supplies at hand, she decisively relocates her whole family to the countryside for safety. There, using apocalypse-honed skills and modern knowledge alike—treating illnesses, reclaiming wasteland, building wealth—she leads her family from ruin to riches. Every ghost and demon who dares provoke them gets crushed mercilessly; face-slapping comes without mercy. Only that man who initially doubted her gradually loses his heart to her. Declan Hartwell—the most coldly ascetic officer of A-Division 303 Regiment. Poison-tongued. Untouchable. Feared by all. First meeting: amusement flickers in his eyes. Interesting. Second meeting: something stirs. After several encounters: completely undone. Before marriage—proudly aloof, keep your distance. After marriage—instantly transforms into a clingy loyal dog! Kicked out of bed by his wife once? He hugs his pillow pitifully at the door: "Wife... don't make me sleep in the study... I want to sleep with you." [Strongest Apocalypse Queen vs True-Scent Ascetic Officer—mutual pursuit that only gets more addictive!]

Modern-day powerhouse Aria Spencer unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a pampered young woman from the 1970s. Opening her eyes, she found herself the cherished jewel of her family. The original host was doted on by ten older brothers and younger siblings, treasured like their very lives. Yet she was schemed against by a malicious, reincarnated rival, kidnapped by human traffickers, and met a tragic end. The reborn Aria Spencer sneered: "Hmph." Revenge was a must—blood debts must be paid in blood! She slaughtered traffickers, crushed scum beneath her heel, her blade sharp but hidden, carving a path of vengeance. Her family? She protected them. Her brothers? She spoiled them. Her enemies? She trampled them underfoot. The plot? Hers to command! With a spatial cheat at her fingertips and a mystical spring at her disposal, resources were never in short supply: While others struggled in poverty, her family feasted on meat and broth; While others wore rags, her household dressed finer than city folk. Her plan? Get rich, secure land, and build an empire—until a certain cold-faced soldier caught her eye. Rumors said he was ascetic, aloof, and indifferent to women. But reality? He handed over his entire paycheck, took care of chores without being asked, crushed her enemies by day, and... attended to her needs by night. Aria Spencer: "What's his deal? Chasing me till my heart flutters—that's cheating!" But then again... he was handsome, formidable, powerful, and utterly devoted. Fine then—she'd spoil him right back!

Vivienne Holloway, who had survived until victory in the apocalypse, had just waited out the end of the world. She merely took a nap, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the neglected true daughter who had been lost outside the family. The fake daughter had usurped her identity, snatching away the familial love and opportunities that should have been hers. In the original plot, the true daughter became a supporting character, revolving around the male and female leads, meeting a tragic end. But it was Vivienne Holloway who arrived here. Acting fragile, playing the innocent pure white flower, mastering green tea postures—these were nothing but daily amusements to her. The grand drama of life had already begun; she had no intention of revolving around the novel's protagonists. Snatching opportunities, kicking aside plotlines—no one would control her! Sebastian Caldwell of the Northwest Military Region was notoriously iron-blooded and cold as a commander—decisive in killing, indifferent in temperament, strictly following rules in all matters. He despised people who put on airs most of all. Their first encounter: Vivienne Holloway deliberately played deaf and dumb to fool everyone; Their second meeting: she stepped on human traffickers while humming leisurely and brushing her teeth—the contrast directly shattered Sebastian Caldwell's understanding. Before others she appeared pitifully weak and helpless; behind closed doors her mind remained clear with sharp methods. She possessed a portable space filled with abundant supplies. Dealing with leeching relatives, tearing apart hypocritical fake daughters with bare hands, kicking aside the original male and female leads' plotline with one foot. Sebastian Caldwell fell step by step. To outsiders he remained cold-faced and majestic, commanding reverence from all. Returning home he could only indulge helplessly: "Fine fine fine—you're the most fragile in all heaven and earth."

Lara Scott only realized on her deathbed that her life had been one big joke— Her parents favored others, her brothers were indifferent, and the entire family doted on her ungrateful cousin Celinda Scott like she was royalty, while Lara got nothing but leftovers, hand-me-downs, and even had her fiancé stolen! After dying a tragic death in the apocalypse, she was reborn—armed with a billion-dollar storage space and dual lightning and plant-based superpowers—only to return to the 1960s! "Steal my family? Steal my man? Let me show you what it feels like to be struck by lightning!" With lightning in one hand to fry scumbags and vines in the other to whip white lotuses, she cut ties publicly in the newspapers and made those toxic relatives beg for mercy on their knees! One day, while casually observing a blind date, she raised an eyebrow and teased the military doctor Ethan Mitchell: The man grabbed her wrist in response, chuckling lowly, "Sharing a table is nothing—how about sharing a life? A small house with three rooms, taking you and your brother to live on a military island. You game?" Lara grinned. "Farming and beachcombing are my specialties. As long as we stay far from trash, anywhere can be home!" Later— Ethan Mitchell pulled her into his arms, his voice tender: "Xixi, my money is yours, my life is yours—everything I have is yours, forever."

Little Rosie had a rough start in life. At one year old, her grandmother abandoned her deep in the mountains. Her mother went mad from grief and fell into a coma, then was cast aside by her own husband. Two years later, three-year-old Rosie, having learned many skills from a kind Taoist priest, returned to the village to find her mother. By chance, she arrived just as her worthless father and unconscious mother were each remarrying. Her father’s face was ice-cold: "I don't have a daughter like you—you bring nothing but misfortune!" But Uncle Lawrence Merritt, the kind man who had taken her comatose mother into his home, embraced her: "Poor child, it's so good you've come back!" The whole village mocked Lawrence Merritt for taking in trash. Yet little Rosie smiled brightly: "Actually, I'm a lucky charm!" From then on, the Merritt family hunted in the mountains and fished in the rivers—returning with full catches every time. Their fortunes rose steadily; their days grew prosperous beyond measure. Her long-unconscious mother woke safely, adding joy upon joy by giving birth to two sturdy twin boys! Meanwhile, disaster struck her worthless father's household again and again—too late for regrets!

Brandy Rivers, a survivor of the post-apocalyptic world, was an avid reader of satisfying era novels. While others hoarded food and supplies to survive the apocalypse, she took a different path—obsessively collecting books and miscellaneous items, daydreaming of escaping to a peaceful era far from the constant life-or-death struggles. Her wish finally came true. After her death, she unexpectedly transmigrated into a true-and-fake-daughter era novel, becoming the tragic cannon-fodder real daughter who shared her name. The original owner had suffered half a lifetime of grievances—mistreated by her foster parents, then forced by her biological parents to take the spoiled fake daughter's place and endure hardship in the countryside. But Brandy Rivers, now awakened with transmigration memories and her portable space, refused to play along! She cleanly severed ties with her cruel foster parents. Faced with her biological parents' emotional blackmail and blatant favoritism, she showed no mercy—stripping her birth family bare of assets and cutting all familial bonds before heading to the countryside alone. No melodramatic suffering, only unbridled freedom! She expected to live quietly in peace, but little did she know—a devastatingly handsome cold beauty was hiding among the educated youth. He turned out to be clingy yet persistent, accompanying her daily through farm work and trivial matters without complaint, silently guarding her side. Facing his gentle and enduring devotion, Brandy Rivers raised an eyebrow with a faint smile and reluctantly agreed: "Fine. Let's try having a sweet romance and living well together." The aloof beauty doted on his wife tenderly. Together day in and day out, their love grew over time—transforming dull rural life into something sweet and stable. What surprised her even more was that scattered teammates from the apocalypse gradually found their way to her. Reunited across worlds, they once again stood shoulder to shoulder—each thriving in their own field with full capability. With space resources at hand, beloved partner by her side, and loyal teammates at her back, Brandy Rivers carved out a brilliant life uniquely hers in this ordinary era.

In her past life, Isla Montclair gave everything to her sister, Vivienne, and her fiancé, Ronan - her smarts, her opportunities, everything that should have been hers - only to be betrayed on her wedding eve by the two people she trusted most. Now reborn two months back, Isla won't sit back and let them have it all; she's going to reclaim what's hers and make sure Ronan and Vivienne get exactly what they deserve. With her past knowledge and experience, she's building her escape plan, and no one will manipulate her, deceive her, or belittle her this time. But in this second chance at life, she didn't expect her famous boss, Lucian Vale, to have his eyes on her. He watches her silently, smiles at her, assists her, and his eyes bury deep secrets inside. She doesn't understand him, and she won't let him trick her too. But Lucian Vale is also here to reclaim what should have been his, and he won't be standing back watching anymore.

Apocalypse overlord Celeste Thornton transmigrated into a book, becoming a twelve-year-old girl on a rural kang bed in 1952, barely clinging to half a breath. The original owner had just been pushed off a cliff—half her face covered in blood, on the verge of death. A flood of plotlines crashed into her mind, and she finally understood: she was the true daughter who had been switched at birth. Villagers gossiped: "In two years, her family will sell her to that old bachelor at the village entrance for grain!" In the book, the original owner's fate was even more tragic—impregnated and beaten to death. Meanwhile, the fake heiress who stole her identity was doted on by her biological parents in the city, destined to marry into a wealthy family and live in luxury all her life. Celeste Thornton sneered, reaching up to touch the apocalypse space hidden on her person. She muttered under her breath: "Bullying me? This is going to be entertaining." She pulled out a restoration potion from her space and downed it. The tearing wounds across her body healed at astonishing speed. Along with it came an all-purpose modification machine from the apocalypse, mountains of supplies, and various weapons—all stockpiled full in her space. Biased parents, vicious fake heiress, relatives in the village who preyed on the weak—none of them would control her. From now on: reclaiming her identity, seizing her future, tearing apart every black-hearted schemer. The apocalypse overlord would dominate the 1960s just as ruthlessly!

Vivian Ashford had her entire family murdered by her scumbag husband in her previous life, and she herself was imprisoned and beaten to death! She gritted her teeth: Fill the dimensional space with gold and grain, then drag those enemies out and kill them all over again! Just as she was sharpening her knives, her cousin—who had married into the countryside in her past life—suddenly wanted to swap marriages with her, even throwing in a chest of gold as dowry? Vivian Ashford's expression changed instantly: Only a fool would refuse! Turns out the groom seemed to have mistaken her for someone else? Whatever, might as well roll with it—this one looks even more handsome! The man kept his cold face and drew a clear line: Fake marriage, don't get any ideas. Vivian Ashford nodded: Fine, won't stop me from finding a pretty young thing later. Later, the man pinned her against his chest with desperate force, his voice hoarse with accusation: "Wife... look at me..." Vivian Ashford was stunned: I almost had my puppy lined up, what are you doing?!

Marrying Ethan Blackwell was a business union forced by family pressure. Three years of marriage. Zero face-to-face meetings. Three phone calls. Chloe Harrington had almost forgotten she was a married woman. Her friends mocked her as: "a widow in waiting." Until one grand banquet, when Mr. Blackwell returned. From then on, she spent every night begging the man for mercy in her delicate voice. Ethan Blackwell had been wild and unruly all his life, defiant of conventions, never letting anyone control him. Recently, he'd become addicted to a little wildcat with claws—wanting to divorce that wife he'd never met. Until one day, explosive footage of Young Master Blackwell's desperate plea for love spread across the internet. In the video, Ethan Blackwell knelt on one knee, gripping a woman's slender wrist tightly, his voice low and hoarse: "Mrs. Blackwell, please don't leave me..." The next day's trending topics: #YoungMasterBlackwellBegsHumbly #MassiveFaceSlapMoment Ethan Blackwell: What the hell is face? Winning my wife back is all that matters.

Isolde Ashworth transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder heiress destined to throw money and her life away for the male and female leads. And now, during these politically turbulent times, her identity as a capitalist's daughter made her a walking target. Isolde Ashworth sneered coldly: "Cannon fodder? I'm the heir to an ancient martial arts family and a metaphysics grandmaster, and you expect me to be cannon fodder?" She swiftly dealt with her fiancé who had hooked up with her cousin—emptied the scumbag's family assets, sent the pair off to reeducation through labor in Northeast China in one fell swoop, and conveniently tossed in her maternal uncle's family who'd tried to swallow up her inheritance as well. Then, carrying her spatial pocket, she turned around and went to the military compound to seek refuge with the scumbag's uncle—that notoriously unmarriageable bachelor famous throughout the entire army, Sebastian Whitmore. Sebastian Whitmore was ascetic and sharp-tongued; the whole military district was betting on whether he'd ever manage to get married in this lifetime. Then one day, a girl came knocking on his door, hands on her hips, accusing him right off the bat: "Your nephew cheated on me—you have to take responsibility!" Sebastian Whitmore looked down at the girl who barely reached his chest: "...Who told you to come?" Isolde Ashworth answered with perfect confidence: "Your mother!" Later, the entire military district discovered that Chief Whitmore had changed. That sharp-tongued man who used to frown at the sight of women was now running to the family quarters every single day. When someone asked where he was going, he replied without batting an eye: "My wife is throwing a tantrum again; I'm going back to coax her." Everyone exchanged bewildered glances: What happened to his supposed gynophobia??

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.

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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.