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[Group Favorite + Multiple Identities + Face-Slapping + Sweet Revenge] To force her into a divorce, Nina Marshall—who had lost her memories—was handed over to a complete stranger by her own husband. With her heart turned to ashes, she signed the papers. But a single car crash brought every memory flooding back, and she finally remembered she was the darling of the world. Her max-level parents: "Anyone who dares bully our baby girl? They'd better be ready to pay with their lives!" Her ten overprotective brothers: "The weather's getting chilly—let's bury the ones who hurt Nina six feet under." A certain hidden big-shot looked at Nina Marshall, feigning grievance: "They've already handled everything. What's left for me to do?" Nina Marshall hooked a finger under his chin, her smile bewitching. "Your job… is to love me." [She's strong; he's stronger. Together they crush every obstacle—specializing in taking down anyone who dares say no.]

[Military Marriage + Transmigration into a Book + Pocket Space + Face-Slapping Scum + Sweet Pampering with Adorable Kids] Josephine Sullivan—once dazzling and fearless—had died in her last life shielding others, fighting a gangster to mutual destruction. When she opened her eyes again, she had slipped into a period novel and become the notorious Shanghai capitalist heiress a cannon-fodder girl manipulated by her scumbag father, vicious stepmother, and scheming stepsister, ending in utter misery. The original owner had been blind and stupid, despising her fiancé—the taciturn, iron-willed officer Benedict Hawthorne—as crude and unromantic, desperate to break the engagement. After her stepsister’s instigation, she’d drugged Benedict in a muddled attempt to force him to call it off. Instead, she turned herself into the laughingstock of the city; the next morning Benedict annulled the match. Worse, her father sold her to a lecherous old man for cash. Ten years of torment later she died wretchedly, while her father and stepmother fled to Hong Kong with the Sullivan family’s century-old fortune, living in luxury. The instant Josephine transmigrated, she accidentally spent the night with Benedict, who had just returned from a mission. Looking at the tall, long-legged officer with chiseled features and explosive stamina, and recalling the original’s tragic end, Josephine’s eyes iced over: this life, no one would control her! When the scum trio tried again to provoke her and force her to break the engagement for money, Josephine struck back ruthlessly: she packed the three ingrates off to the Great Northwest for re-education, sneering as they left, “Since you love scheming so much, go reflect in the wilderness—taste what real displacement feels like!” With the pests gone, Josephine unexpectedly activated her personal space—stocked with ration tickets, supplies, money, and a spirit spring that nourished everything. Later, rumors spread that Benedict had been injured on a mission and would never father children. Josephine showed up at his door cradling three exquisite, jade-carved toddlers, eyes curved in a smile. “Sweethearts, say hello to Daddy!” Benedict stared at the three mini-mes in his arms, then at the radiant Josephine; the hardened soldier’s heart melted on the spot. From then on, the training ground took on a new look— Under the blazing Morrison, Benedict drilled the three little ones in standing at attention. The kids stood ramrod straight, tiny faces flushed, pouting and muttering: “Daddy’s so gentle with Mommy but so strict with us!” “Yeah! He’s scared Mommy will get mad and make him sleep in the study!” “Daddy’s lame—we’re not scared of Mommy at all!” Benedict’s face darkened. “Attention! No talking!” The three little soldiers snapped upright, pretending obedience while secretly making faces at each other. In their milk-soft hearts they grumbled: Daddy’s mean, we don’t like him—we love our gentle, awesome Mommy best!

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.”

Emily Foster had been cold-shouldered and abused under her own roof—until Mrs. Foster dropped the bomb: she was the swapped fake heiress, and the real one was coming home. Instead of tears, Emily Foster felt a weight slide off her shoulders: this train-wreck of a family? She'd been dying to quit it. The moment her past-life memories and pocket-dimension cheat awakened, she swept every last valuable out of the Foster house—jewelry, deeds, antique vases, gone—leaving only junk behind. One anonymous tip-off letter later, she slung her knapsack, sauntered off to the countryside, and let the Fosters choke on the mess. She'd planned to treat the village stint as a brief layover—then ran straight into her biological kin. Expecting hardship, she was pampered like a priceless pearl instead; instant group-pet mode activated. On a mission nearby, officer Alexander Andrews took one look and was a goner: A dimpled, soft-looking beauty who could out-arm-wrestle the squad and out-sass his commander— the contrast detonated his heartbeat. First glance: hooked. Second glance: sunk. Third glance: already drafting battle plans to carry her home. Alexander Andrews: "You can kidnap me, or I can kidnap you—my whole pack's ready to help either way!"

Fiona Benton transmigrated from the apocalypse into the body of a capitalist heiress in the 1960s. Without hesitation, she faked an illness to relinquish her family's leadership, pocketed her inheritance, and signed up for rural labor. She set her sights on the "unmarriageable" officer in the production brigade—Liam Henderson. The man was taciturn and rugged, with a scar cutting across his brow, yet his gaze when looking at her was unfathomably deep. After marriage, Liam Henderson became locally infamous as a "henpecked husband": When his buddies offered him a cigarette, he waved them off. "Wife won't allow it." When comrades asked to borrow money, he shook his head. "Gotta file a request first." Then, when troublemakers came knocking, Fiona Benton hoisted a hundred-pound millstone with one hand. Amid the stunned silence, Liam calmly took the millstone from her and turned a cold glare on the crowd: "My wife's hands are delicate. You can't afford the medical bills if she hurts them." After moving to the military base, the song-and-dance troupe girls gossiped about this "capitalist miss"—until they saw her punch through a sandbag during morning drills and nail every shot at the shooting range. That night, Fiona cheerfully handed Liam a steel spoon bent out of shape: "Oops, I accidentally twisted it again." Without batting an eye, Liam took it and smirked at his dumbfounded comrades: "My wife. Adorable, right?"

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.”

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.

She was the epitome of an ice-cold academic prodigy, a superwoman in the realm of knowledge. He, on the other hand, was an enigmatic titan, a top-tier mogul shrouded in mystery. Before their paths crossed, her mind was a fortress of textbooks and theories, her days consumed by the pursuit of academic excellence. But after meeting him, her thoughts were no longer monopolized by equations and essays. Instead, her mind was a whirlwind of romantic schemes, plotting how to win his heart. After all, her very survival seemed to hinge on this budding romance. Once their relationship became public, whispers and rumors swirled around them. People gossiped that she had taken in a pretty boy who lived off her success. She responded with a frosty smirk, "I don't mind." The mogul, basking in the glow of her affection, chimed in with a grin, "That's right, my wife's got my back!"

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!"

Serena Whitmore had spent half her previous life married to her childhood-officer sweetheart, Benjamin Sinclair, toiling and sacrificing for fifty long years—only to be repaid with a fatal betrayal. On his deathbed, Benjamin told her the cold truth, every word a dagger: “These fifty years? Consider them my repayment.” Only then did she realize the lie: her so-called failure at the college-entrance exam had been a fraud; her admission letter had been stolen and given to his white-moonlight. Even crueler, the child she had poured her heart into raising was their secret love-child. In despair, Serena dragged the white-moonlight down with her, dying full of hate. Reborn at the very start of the tragedy, Serena shed her meekness; only ruthlessness remained in her eyes. She reclaimed the jade pendant stolen by the white-moonlight, stormed the scumbag’s house to take back her dowry, and publicly broke the engagement—never to repeat her past. The village’s most feared troublemaker, Christopher Palmer, swaggering, brawling, and brutal, was the very “good-for-nothing” she once despised. Yet only Serena knew that, in her last life, when she had nowhere to turn and everyone abandoned her, this seemingly violent man had silently reached out—ultimately paying with his own life to help her. This time, Serena resolved to rewrite his short-lived fate. But no amount of calculation prepared her for one miscalculation: she would end up entangled with him. The roguish, untamed man fell for her at first sight and turned into a devoted, over-the-top wife-protector, shielding her so tightly no harm could touch her. The scumbag couldn’t accept it and came sneering: “Serena Whitmore, without me you’re stuck settling for trash like him?” Christopher’s long arm swept Serena into a possessive embrace; with his other hand he slapped the officer’s commission across the scumbag’s face, flashed a wicked grin, and drawled, arrogant yet tender, “Sorry, pal—I’m your commanding officer, and the only man she’ll ever have in this lifetime.”

In her past life, Victoria had clung desperately to the idea of family, only to have her heart shattered by the Li family—betrayed, used, and ultimately murdered by those she once called kin. That life, she had already repaid in full to the Lis. Reborn, she vowed never to endure their cruelty again. This time, she struck back—slapping the so-called "true heiress," the scheming green tea bitch, right in front of the crowd. She declared, loud and clear, that she was cutting all ties with the Li family for good. No more pretending. No more suffering in silence. Instead, she sought out her real father, William Foster. No games, no lies—she introduced herself bluntly, demanded a paternity test, and when the results confirmed the truth, William took her home without hesitation. For the first time in her life, she knew what real family felt like. William shielded her at every turn, and in the Foster household, she finally tasted unconditional love—no groveling for scraps of affection, no starving herself to maintain the illusion of a lavish life. This time, she would make the Li family pay in blood for what they had done. And that two-faced, venomous green tea princess who had tried to ruin her? Oh, she’d get exactly what she deserved.

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?”

Emma Smith had returned after five years of being missing and presumed kidnapped. She had expected her husband to weep with joy at the sight of her, overwhelmed with emotion. But to her shock, he had long since reported her disappearance as an accident, obtained a death certificate in her name, and remarried—a wealthy socialite who now stood as his new wife. At the grand banquet, the socialite publicly humiliated Emma, tearing open old wounds with vicious rumors and sneering that she should have stayed dead. All the while, her former husband stood by, refusing to utter a single word in her defense. Just as Emma, helpless and heartbroken, turned to leave, the heir of the most powerful family in the city pulled her into his arms. His eyes glinted with dark amusement as he murmured, "Emma Smith, if he doesn't want you... I do."

She died betrayed by her sister, grieving the deaths of her mother, brother, and the husband she had wrongly hated—until he died protecting her. Now reborn, she won't make the same mistakes. This time, she exposes the fake heiress, protects her family, and reclaims her inheritance. When warned not to marry the ruthless CEO, Victor Halifax, she smiles and says, "I've loved him for years. I'll marry no one but him." Her family thinks she's crazy. But Victor, feared by all, is more than willing to indulge his fierce little wife. When told she's fighting again, he replies, "Send more men. Don't let her hurt her hands." A second chance. A powerful love. And sweet revenge that no one sees coming.

By a twist of fate, she became the dazzling Young Miss of the Miles family. When the real heiress showed up, she chose to stay, only to find herself entangled in a premeditated plot, resulting in dishonor and misery till the end. Given a second chance at life, when the real heiress showed up, she—the counterfeit heiress—left without hesitation. She tightly held on to what had been taken away from her in her previous life. Tearing down the wicked women and kicking away the bad men, she rose to the pinnacle. She thought she would have to fight alone, however, her real mother stepped in, "Who dares to bully my daughter, I'll fight them to the end!" Her brothers vowed, "Little sister, we've got your back!" Astor declared, "Whoever dares to bully my woman, is seeking death!" Wait a minute, when did she become his woman?

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 marrying David Reynolds, Charlotte Parker spent over a decade dutifully caring for her bedridden mother-in-law. She could never bring herself to splurge on expensive clothes, yet one day, she caught sight of her husband parading around town with his mistress—dressed head-to-toe in Chanel, toting a six-figure Hermès crocodile bag. And that wasn't all. There was also a love child, around ten years old. The boy obediently called her mother-in-law "Grandma," and the old woman immediately declared that the family fortune would one day be his. Her husband, ever the generous spender, announced plans to upgrade his mistress and their illegitimate son to a luxury duplex—worth a cool five million. Meanwhile, Charlotte was still stuck in the shabby, decades-old apartment allocated by her huaband workplace back in the day. The betrayal was the wake-up call she needed. She realized the first half of her life had been wasted on the wrong people. From now on, she would live for herself—free and unshackled. She wanted a divorce. Her husband sneered, "All you're good for is cooking and cleaning. You wouldn't survive without me." Her mother-in-law scoffed, "Women of our generation endure worse. Who hasn't suffered a little? Divorcing at your age—how disgraceful!" Relatives chimed in, "You've put up with it this long. What's another twenty or thirty years? Just bear with it a little longer." Bear with it? She had endured enough for a lifetime. No more! … Everyone expected the middle-aged divorce to become a pitiful, lonely joke. But to their shock, Charlotte not only re-entered the workforce—she thrived, climbing the career ladder with unstoppable momentum. And love? A second chance came knocking. Wait—what? The man she was dating, the one she might remarry… was actually the wealthiest tycoon in the capital? Her ex-husband's family was drowning in regret, begging her with tears to take them back. A squad of imposing bodyguards blocked their path. "Sorry," they said coolly. "Our lady says she doesn't know any poor relatives."

In the final days before the world collapsed, Ivy Brooks died… betrayed by the very people she trusted most. She had fought, struggled, and sacrificed everything just to survive the apocalypse only to be pushed into death along with her three daughters at the very end by her own husband. With her last breath, Ivy made a vow. If she could turn back time…she would never be weak again and of course protect her daughters. This time, she would stand at the top. When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself back in time with her still rounded belly of her third baby.... Twenty days before the apocalypse. Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious system in her mind, Ivy moved without hesitation. She hoarded supplies, secured weapons, and took control of every resource she could get her hands on. While others laughed, doubted, and wasted time… Ivy was building her empire along with her daughters. In this life, she would not be prey but will be an hunter. With danger closing in and only twenty days to prepare, Ivy must outplay enemies both old and new, uncover the truth behind the system, and carve out her own kingdom in a collapsing world. Because this time...she wasn’t just going to survive the apocalypse. She was going to rule it along with a man, a love interest from the past before her marriage collapse. He provided everything Ivy needed. Money especially in change of a marriage with her and when the apocalypse started too....he ruled it with her as well as her daughters.

Chu Fan, who had the strongest heart of martial arts but had a mediocre talent, was a disciple of the mysterious master. He had the strongest modified armor, and after changing again and again, he finally became the strongest armor. From then on, a peerless genius was born. Fight? Ferocious fists collided with iron fists, and one punch smashed you into pieces. Alchemy? My flame was like a gas can, which was very important. You had to pray that you were not my enemy, or sooner or later, you would be blown into pieces. And it depended on how a warrior with a strong will would step on the path of an all-round Martial God!

Veronica Demoore was the girl everyone despised. Mocked for her weight, humiliated for her grades, and crushed beneath a brutal home life, she lived every day as the target of ridicule—until the day she couldn’t bear it anymore. The world thought Veronica died that night. But when she opens her eyes again… someone else is looking through them. Savanna. A woman once raised in the shadows of a powerful organization. A genius trained to survive, manipulate, and dominate. In her previous life, she had wealth, intelligence, and strength. In this one, she has none of those things—only Veronica’s broken body and shattered reputation. But weakness is temporary. Bullies who once laughed at Veronica soon discover the girl they tormented is no longer the same. Her mind is sharper. Her gaze is colder. And the quiet girl they used to push around now carries a dangerous confidence. As Savanna begins transforming Veronica’s life piece by piece—losing weight, exposing enemies, and rising to the top of the school—the truth behind her rebirth slowly unfolds. Because Savanna didn’t die by accident. And the people who killed her are still out there. This time, she won’t be their victim. This time— she’s coming for everything.