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Everyone had assumed she was long gone, but now she's back— The Thompson family was in an uproar! The second brother rolled up his sleeves. "Who dared badmouth my sister? The lawsuit papers are already on the way." The fourth brother set up his easel: "Today, would you like to paint the moon or your brother? I can be your model." The sixth brother pulled out a menu: "Do you want lobster and abalone or candied hawthorns? I'll arrange everything for you." The other brothers: "...Enough already!!!" But the moment she stepped inside, she saw— Second Brother was plagued by romantic entanglements and legal woes; ... The brothers answered in unison: "Of course... we want both"

In her past life, Charlotte Allen misunderstood her husband Ethan Allen for twenty years—until he died saving her in a fire. Reborn in 1996, she swears this time she'll protect him, save their children, and crush the schemers. Then her jade pendant awakens a pocket dimension—and a pair of "bargain-seeing eyes." A cracked snuff bottle? Top-grade jade. A grimy screen? Golden-thread nanmu. Even a junkyard rock? One cut—millions. She builds a fortune while raising their triplets, and when gossip hits the military compound, Ethan only says coldly: "She's not a bargain hunter. She's my destiny."

Audrey Lawrence had poured seven years of passion into loving Evan Robinson. She tried everything—intimacy, folk remedies, IVF, surgeries—just to bear his child. Yet in return, he had the servants slip contraceptives into her post-coital tonic, coldly stripping away her right to motherhood. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back at the fire seven years ago. She watched as her then-husband carried his first love out of the flames without a backward glance, leaving her to suffocate in the smoke. She knew—he had been reborn too. Only this time, he chose his white moonlight over her. She refused to cling any longer. When Evan Robinson came to break off their engagement for his beloved, she turned around and impulsively married her best friend's cousin—Brandon Reed, the firefighter who had pulled her from the flames. Broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and towering, the man exuded raw magnetism. On their wedding day, he handed over his salary card without hesitation. Evan thought she was just being spiteful. "Audrey Lawrence, even if you marry a firefighter to spite me, I won't look back." But later, he discovered— The Audrey Lawrence he had abandoned was now shining brilliantly at international AI summits. The firefighter he had once dismissed was far more than he seemed... And the woman who had struggled with infertility for seven years in her past life? This time, she had not only given birth to a pair of exquisite twins with that firefighter but was also carrying another in her womb! Finally shattered, Evan collapsed to his knees before Audrey, his voice raw with regret: "Audrey, we were the ones who should have had children!"

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.

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!"

When Carol Bennett caught her long-time boyfriend cheating, she didn't cry or beg. Instead, she exposed the scandal online, turning him into a viral disgrace overnight. Then, without looking back, she agreed to a marriage of convenience with Ethan Mitchell, a powerful billionaire suffering from a terminal illness—her estranged father's carefully arranged match. On their wedding night, Ethan handed her a cold-hearted prenup and warned her not to expect love, money, or a future. Fine by Carol. She played her role perfectly, calling him "husband" with a sweet smile while keeping her heart locked away. But the aloof CEO who once wanted nothing to do with her is now the one chasing her. One kiss, one glance, and suddenly he's breaking his own rules. "Carol, kiss me." She smirks, her fingers trailing along his collarbone. "Falling for me already, Mr. CEO? Looks like you're the one breaking the contract." Who would've thought the dying billionaire would end up begging for a second chance?

Paranormal ghost-hunting romance + CP + grovel-to-get-her-back. Male lead: Jareth Frost Female lead: Celeste Whitmore On a thunderstorm day in the imperial capital, Celeste Whitmore drew down a bolt of lightning with her sword and blasted herself onto the trending list—then fished a blood-soaked, devastatingly handsome man out of an abandoned well. Before she could even figure out who the big shot was, the prestigious Whitmore family of the capital came knocking: she was the kidnapped heiress they'd lost years ago. After coming down from the mountain, two proud-as-hell older brothers planted themselves in front of their long-lost sister: Celeste Whitmore smiled. Fine. She stepped back. When the Whitmore family landed in a century-old killing curse that no master could break— Celeste Whitmore walked into the heart of the evil array over a carpet of burned talisman ash, her jade bracelet glowing as she spoke: “Today I offer my flesh to shatter this darkness and sever these ties!” As her spiritual power ran dry, she bit her fingertip and smeared blood across the bracelet. “By the Three Lights I summon, by the Five Elements I swear—lend me the Emperor's righteous law to purge all evil. If I betray this oath, let lightning strike me dead!” A deep voice answered from within the bangle: “Granted.” She once believed she cultivated supreme detachment, that no thought could ever touch her heart. But later he came—imperial robes, jade crown pinning back ink-black hair, face unearthly beautiful in ghost-blue firelight. He approached slowly, voice low and mesmerizing: “Celeste Whitmore, I offer the underworld as dowry and dying embers as matchmaker. May you be my wife for life after life.”

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."

Ji Wufeng was originally an 18-year-old high school student, the heir of a super-rich family. However, he was tragically betrayed and killed by his ambitious cousin and his beloved girlfriend. "I was so stupid, how could I have trusted you despicable pair!" He exclaimed, "If there is an afterlife..." At the brink of his death, a powerful spirit was reborn within him. It was the King of the Gods. "You pathetic mortals, now, it's my turn to make you suffer!" The entire world trembled.

The apex titan of the elite, the Whitmore Clan, has finally found its little princess—lost for more than three years and living rough on the streets. The moment the news breaks, the entire city reels. Theodore Whitmore slams the table: “Spoil her—spoil her rotten! Whatever we missed these three years, we’ll pay back tenfold!” The cold-eyed business emperor who commands a commercial empire—Eldest Uncle—lowers his gaze like a blade: “Every single person who ever bullied our cub will be hunted down and settled with.” Second Uncle, whose cooking skills are literally worshipped, answers gently, “From now on, all three meals of the day are on me. Every delicacy under heaven will be carried to her table.” Third Uncle, the star partner of a top-tier law firm, issues a warning: “Lay one finger on my baby and I’ll make sure you rot in prison till the end of time.” Add to them the miracle-working physician Fourth Uncle, the A-list movie king Fifth Uncle, the haute-couture genius Sixth Uncle, the wilderness survival legend Seventh Uncle, and the youngest uncle who rules the shadow realm… All eight superstar uncles deploy at once, pampering their niece with no ceiling in sight. If the little milk bun wants a star plucked from the sky, the uncles will fetch it; if she wants the moon fished from the water, they’ll scoop it up. Whatever she asks, the whole world is laid at her feet. Just as the tiny dumpling is being worshipped online as the happiest princess alive, the silent, all-powerful guardian who has watched over her from the shadows finally steps forward and stakes his claim in public: “Grainne is my daughter. Everything best in this world belongs to her alone.” The eight uncles unsheathe their metaphorical swords in unison, forming a wall in front of Grainne, aura blazing: “Want to steal our treasure? Get past all eight of us first!”

Post-apocalyptic female commander Katherine Rivers opened her eyes to find herself tied up and thrown into a woodshed, her in-laws discussing selling her off for eighty yuan in bride price. Katherine looked down at her thin wrists, then up at her in-laws counting money on their fingers—and she smiled. The next second, she grabbed a cleaver and split the eight-immortal table in the main hall clean in half: "Sell me? Come on, ask this blade first if it agrees." After trashing her in-laws' place, she turned and headed straight for the military garrison with her space dimension full of munitions, ready to demand answers from her "deceased" husband's superiors. But halfway there, she ran into a blood-soaked man cornered by seven or eight enemies in a drainage ditch. Katherine narrowed her eyes, sizing him up—broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, brutal and reckless fighting style. Prime material. She pulled a submachine gun from her satchel, dropped six men in three seconds, then hopped down with the weapon slung over her shoulder: "Marry me, and I'll keep you alive." Hayden Harrison had lived twenty-six years, and no one had ever spoken to him like that before. He looked at this bold, striking woman, his heart slamming against his ribs: "Fine, you said it!"

The world’s top assassin died and was reborn in the body of an ugly high school girl. Worse yet, she had to marry in place of her half-sister to a sickly devil rumored to be half in the grave. Everyone eagerly waited for a joke of a marriage between the ugly loser and the dying devil. And yet, Nova found herself pinned to the bed by a dangerously possessive maniacal mogul…

[Alternate-era + Ancient-to-Modern Time-Travel + Pocket Space + Military Marriage + Gourmet Foraging & Sea-Harvest + Double-Virgin Favoritism] After three years of mourning, Josephine Sullivan returned, her late mother’s dying wish in hand, and set off for the military district to seek out her father and brothers—ready to honor the betrothal arranged since childhood. Before she could even steady her footing, her stepmother’s daughter had already swaggered into her fiancé’s courtyard under her name. Her grandfather couldn’t stomach it and gave her two choices: “Stay in the compound and I’ll find you a better match, or go to the island where your real brother is stationed and pick whichever officer catches your fancy.” Josephine arched a brow and laughed—was there even a choice? While her father was still wracked with guilt, she briskly raided his private stash, demanding ration tickets and supplies until her stepmother’s face turned green, then hopped straight onto the train bound for the island. At the same moment, far away on the island, Sebastian Ashford received his grandfather’s telegram: “Your sister is coming—see her properly wed.” He brimmed with joy at the thought of his little sister’s arrival, but a mission injury had him flat on his back. He could only ask his best friend, Jonathan Thornton, to meet her. On the platform, Josephine spotted the man holding a sign with her name and her eyes lit up. She launched herself at him in a bear hug. “Big brother—” Her voice was honey-sweet, her whole body clinging to him, long hair brushing his neck. Jonathan froze, his mind replaying his buddy’s words—“my sis is a chubky little dumpling.” Yet the girl in his arms was snow-white skin, a waist slender as willow, and eyes like a startled deer brimming with water—heart-stoppingly delicate. His tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth; his Adam’s apple bobbed. Liar of a dumpling. That “big brother” dripped sugar straight into his bones. He allowed her closeness, even coveted the thrill. Until she asked softly, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” He lowered his head, eyes dark, voice husky: “Little girl… do you even know who you’re teasing?”

Rowena Ashford spent ten years mastering martial arts, slaughtered her scumbag father, avenged her mother's death, and reclaimed the family heirloom celestial pearl. At the brink of death during the final battle, her mother sacrificed her own life to give Rowena her only chance at rebirth. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated straight into the 1970s, possessing the body of a pitiful cannon fodder character. The original owner had divorced parents, all close family scattered to the winds, utterly alone with no support. A swarm of toxic relatives descended like vultures to drain her dry—scheming for family property, pressing their advantage step by step, even plotting to eliminate her completely. Her snobbish fiancé, seeing her family ruined, rushed to break off the engagement with maximum humiliation. Facing this disastrous starting hand, Rowena smiled. Breaking the engagement? She couldn't ask for anything better! Whoever wanted that trash man could have him. She promptly tore apart the rotten people and their rotten schemes, then turned around and married the powerful eldest brother of his family—becoming her ex-fiancé's sister-in-law in one move. Ancient and modern souls perfectly merged, stacking top-tier buffs to the max! For brains, she possessed both ancient and modern strategic brilliance—perceptive, precise in every step, all sinister plots mere child's play before her. For verbal combat, she could dismantle toxic elders and tear apart shrewish gossipers alike, her sharp tongue and overwhelming presence securing her position as the most feared person in the City. For combat prowess, ten years of top-tier martial arts foundation—flying over eaves, close-quarters lethal strikes, her power gauge maxed out, specializing in handling all provocations and challenges. For background, her grandfather had already laid the groundwork for rehabilitation, with official backing and solid foundations, ensuring she could weather any storm with a powerful patron behind her. For her husband, the man she chose was the cream of the military-political elite family, a special operations killing machine—young, powerful, with limitless prospects, the ultimate big shot others couldn't hope to reach. The whole city watched with schadenfreude, secretly pitying her: What a pity, all that sharp brilliance, yet she married an officer diagnosed with permanent infertility, destined to die childless. Rowena, upon learning the truth, secretly rejoiced! Perfect! She feared the pain of childbirth most, and couldn't be bothered raising children—spending their whole lives as just the two of them was practically a match made in heaven! The couple kindly adopted the orphaned children of fallen comrades, believing they would live out their days in peace. Who could have predicted fate's sudden reversal—the supposedly infertile officer's body suddenly went into overdrive! First pregnancy delivered, dragon-phoenix twins bringing double joy! Before the couple could catch their breath, second pregnancy arrived promptly, adding another son! The iron-blooded big shot once condemned to lifelong childlessness directly reversed his fate to welcome three sons and one daughter!

Iris Kingsley had always believed she would marry her childhood sweetheart, Vincent Whitmore. That belief shattered the night she saw him outside a bar, getting blind drunk for another woman—sparing nothing, not even his life. Only then did she finally understand “It’s not that I wasn’t good enough; I was never the one.” On her wedding day, Iris stepped out in a snow-white gown, her hand tucked into another man’s arm, her smile light as air. “Either way, I’m marrying into the Whitmore family—does it matter which brother?” “From now on, call me sister-in-law.” Watching her laugh and throw herself into another man’s embrace, eyes sparkling, lips curved in effortless joy, Vincent Whitmore lost his mind. “Iris Kingsley, have you lost it? How can you marry my brother!” Iris arched a brow. “Sorry, but I’ve got zero interest in a heart that’s already taken.” Once, she had been endlessly accommodating, waiting in silence, seeing only him. Now, her smile was distant, regal, and clear-eyed—and the man at her side was gentle yet unshakable. Vincent watched her stand next to his older brother and finally felt the sting of regret. “Iris, come back!” Iris tightened her hold on Warren Whitmore’s arm, her grin saccharine. “Sorry, my husband wore me out last night—what did you just say?” Iris had married Warren Whitmore with a heart long dead. Everyone claimed he was aloof, ascetic, allergic to women. After the wedding she learned it was all lies! Where was the supposed ice-cold celibate? Then what were these sore hips, weak legs, and hoarse voice every single night?!

Daughter on the brink of death, Blair Wright was heartlessly abandoned by his ex-wife. In utter despair, he encountered a wealthy heiress—only to discover the dragon within him had awakened... From that moment on, Blair Wright, infused with the power of the dragon's bloodline, began his unstoppable rise through the city!

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.

[Time-Travel + Rebirth + Fake vs. Real Heiress + Face-Slapping + Golden Finger] Apocalypse-level powerhouse Keira Summers transmigrates into a period drama—only to find herself cast as the most tragic fake heiress ever written! Their fates are polar opposites, a living satire. The real heiress lives in the prestigious military compound in the capital, doted on by parents and brothers, fast-tracked through school, sent abroad for a gilded degree, and finally wedded to a top commander—three babies in one go, life flawless and complete. The original soul who stole her identity? Trapped in a crumbling mud hut in the countryside, beaten and scolded daily, forced to drop out and work before she turned fifteen, then bartered away in a marriage deal to clear family debts. A lifetime of domestic violence and misery, ending in squalor. Reborn, Keira Summers’s eyes hold nothing but icy mockery. Want her to stay the stepping-stone so the real heiress can keep her perfect life? Not a chance. When the true heiress feigns gentleness and steps forward to “comfort” her: “Big sister, our family’s poor—please be understanding of Mom and Dad, don’t fuss over what you’ve lost.” Keira Summers arches a brow, voice razor-sharp: “You stole my life, bathed in my blessings, and now you want my understanding? Your lucky streak ends today.” A max-level boss never wastes energy on self-doubt. She opens by crushing the heiress’s exclusive golden finger, then launches into calm-crazy mode, shredding the unjust plot thread by thread. While the real heiress still fusses over a new dress and secretly compares herself, Keira Summers has already leveraged top-tier academic talent to dive deep into scientific research—advancing step by step, building strength to serve her country. Biased family, hypocritical heiress, doomed destiny—she steamrolls them all. In this life she breaks free of the mire, discards the rotten script, and wields science like a blade. She rises to the summit, forging herself into a legend no one can match.

At the age of twenty, Alyssa Scott married the billionaire tycoon known as the "King of Commerce," Fifth Master Bennett. When word got out, everyone scoffed. How could a penniless country girl—a mere pretty face with no connections, just a struggling doctor—ever be worthy of the esteemed head of the Bennett family? But gradually, they discovered that this so-called "poor doctor" with "no background" was actually the treasured jewel of a prestigious medical dynasty in the capital, a prodigious surgeon, the heir to a renowned medical research institute, and even a mysterious designer... The world knew that Fifth Master Bennett had a white moonlight in his heart—an unattainable ideal. As their four-year marriage agreement neared its end, the man handed her a document, his tone gentle yet commanding: "Sign this." "A divorce agreement?" Alyssa's eyes sparkled with unconcealed eagerness and excitement. She had been longing for this moment. The man snorted coldly. "Just sign it!" Not long after, Fifth Master Bennett shamelessly declared, "Since you've borne my child, you're mine for life!"

Age Gap Romance/Arranged Marriage/Strong Heroine/Found Family/Revenge/Slow Burn Romance Nineteen-year-old Clarice Sullivan was forced by her scumbag father to marry Theodore Grant, a man of thirty-one. On their wedding night, Theodore, transformed into a ravenous wolf, left her utterly exhausted. "I thought you said you couldn't?" she muttered, rubbing her aching lower back. "Aren't men in their thirties supposed to know some restraint?" Theodore, irritated, pinned her down again. "Round two!" he growled. After marriage, Theodore switched into full protective-and-doting-husband mode. "Darling, my worthless father is trying to hit me again!" "Just wait," Theodore snapped, his temper flaring. He promptly dismantled the entire Sullivan family. "Darling, she drugged me—tried to hand me over to another man!" Clarice pointed accusingly at her wicked half-sister. Theodore's fury erupted. He slapped the woman hard across the face and ensured her reputation was ruined beyond repair. With Theodore's unwavering devotion backing her, Clarice repaid every slight and cruelty a thousandfold. When others criticized her for being spoiled, Theodore scoffed, "I'm the one who spoiled her—got a problem with that?"