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Sophia Jennings, the tenacious sickly girl who struggled through six years of the apocalypse, met her end devoured by zombies after being imprisoned in a basement by traitors. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back one month before the apocalypse! Faced with her aunt's family's threats and coercion, she seized back her inheritance, sold off the property, and left those scumbags homeless—then crushed them underfoot for good measure! Short on funds? Swindle the villains for capital and stockpile supplies like there's no tomorrow! When doomsday arrives, Sophia Jennings rewrites destiny! Expanding territory, establishing dominance—she carves her path through blood and fire, thriving against all odds. Oops, seems she accidentally climbed to the very top of the apocalyptic food chain. But why does this underground city have so many levels? And hey, System, you're acting sus! While the rest of the world starves and freezes in the ruins of civilization, one mysterious base restores order—with three square meals a day?! Survivors: "Who dares call our Warlord a murderous demon? Open your damn eyes—she's our savior!" Sophia Jennings: "No, no, no! That wasn't my intention—I just wanted power and freedom. Being a savior was never the plan!" Amid the endless night of the apocalypse, Sophia's flickering flame becomes the last salvation this broken world has left.

Caroline was rejected by her mate of four years, because she was scentless.A flaw no werewolf could accept. Her mate proposed to her cousin instead. That night, heartbroken and humiliated,she let her best friend drag her to a masquerade ball. She gave herself to a masked Alpha, mysterious and devastatingly handsome. They didn't exchange names. Just one wild night of hard kisses and rough touches. He pinned her against the wall, his powerful body grinding into hers while she moaned beneath his hungry mouth. What she thought would be a sweet one-night affair turned into an unexpected pregnancy. Three years later, Caroline has rebuilt her life in a new pack, hiding her past and raising her son. But her new boss, Alpha Draven, is ruthless, controlling, and dangerously attractive... Especially those violet eyes, the same ones she sees in her son every day. Alpha Draven torments her at work, yet she challenges him at every turn. He doesn't know she's the woman he's been searching for since that fated night. While he's still hunting for his true mate, He has no idea she's already in his office... and has been raising his heir.

After eight years of marriage—sacrificing her education, giving up her career—all she got in return was her husband's cold indifference and her daughter's growing distance. It wasn't until everything fell apart that she finally understood: in this marriage, she had lost herself. So she stopped loving. Stopped waiting. And when she stood on the stage of an international medical forum, a top expert in her field, applauded by the world—he finally realized what he'd thrown away. But by then, it was far too late.

[Retro + Military Marriage + Book Transmigration + Cannon-Fodder Side Chick Climbs Up + Pampered Wife + Face-Slapping] Seraphina Bennette transmigrated into a retro-era novel and became the cannon-fodder first wife who dies in childbirth, clearing the way for the male lead to marry his true love. In the original book she was pregnant, yet mother and quadruplets all perished—four lives lost at once—just so the hero could wed the heroine. She landed in the story right in the middle of a steamy night with the male lead. The next morning they got married. Four months later, with a belly far bigger than normal, she remembered the tragic ending waiting for her, packed her bags without hesitation, and followed him to his army post on the frontier. Life on the border was harsh, but gossip traveled even faster. Because her stomach looked larger than usual, whispered rumors flew around the compound that the babies weren’t Officer Analise Angelis’s child at all. When Analise Angelis returned from training, a “helpful” neighbor pulled him aside to hint as much. He only glanced at his own door and said evenly: “I know exactly how many my wife is carrying.” On delivery day four healthy wails rang out one after another from the birthing room. Cradling four red-faced newborns, Analise Angelis stood at the ward entrance and announced to the suddenly silent crowd in a voice like a bell: “The He family’s quadruplets—thanks for all your concern.” Later, when the original heroine showed up and told Seraphina Bennette to leave Analise Angelis, Seraphina linked arms with her husband and smiled sweetly: “Sorry, but if my man walks out, my four hungry babies won’t agree to it!”

[1980s + Military Marriage + Face-Slapping + Scum-Bashing + Family Drama + Raising Kids + Career-Building] In her last life, Luna Fairchild was literally angered to death by a cheating couple. At home she served her in-laws and raised the child left behind by her deceased brother-in-law Years of marriage without pregnancy—guilt-ridden—she slaved like an old ox for every single Whitmore family member The real reason she never conceived? Not her body. The scumbag had gotten himself snipped for his green-tea bitch. Luna Fairchild rebooted on the very day the scumbag came home on leave; she marched straight in with witnesses and caught them in bed He soaked up her love while handing his own to someone else—fine, she’d nail the two cheaters together forever Her in-laws did nothing but fan the flames; she’d make them choke on the strongest brew of top-grade Longjing green tea The green-tea wanted the scumbag? She’d gift-wrap him and deliver him with both hands. Marcus Blackwood: Married a woman who simply looked agreeable—just wanted a warm light on when he came back from base, no empty house. Never expected her to be this interesting She wants to take down a scumbag? He’s always hated that guy anyway—happy to give a shove She works as hard as any soldier under his command—might as well lend a hand Help here, help there… and he ends up helping himself right into love.

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.

In her previous life, Wendy Hartwell married the soldier Nathan Morrison in her cousin’s place; over the years they barely saw each other. After word came that her husband had died, her mother-in-law heartlessly threw her out. She wandered destitute with her three sons, only to be trafficked to the northwest, where her boys met tragic ends. Reborn, Wendy Hartwell storms back with her three little sons in tow: She reclaims the pension, splits the family without hesitation, sets up her own household—no one will ever control her again. Gritting her teeth, she fights her way up, raising all three sons into pillars of the nation. Just as life is turning bright, her husband Nathan Morrison, “dead for three years,” walks through the door—alive—and lays a box brimming with medals at her feet. Having survived countless brushes with death, Nathan had expected his wife to have remarried and the children scattered. Instead he finds her guarding their home, having raised the boys into fine young men; even the youngest has grown tall. The battle-hardened soldier stares, stunned, at the beautiful, fierce woman who doesn’t hesitate to draw a blade when threatened—his heart pounds uncontrollably. From that day on, the iron-blooded war veteran becomes a hopeless wife-devotee, spoiling his family to the heavens.

Zarelle Feymere—heiress to the most powerful werewolf dynasty in the world—made one mistake: she fell for an Alpha who saw her as nothing more than a rare blood bag. For three years, she endured the humiliation of a loveless mating, her veins tapped like a commodity to sustain the woman Calden Ashmoor truly loved, Thessaly. His fated mate, who rejected him to marry his brother. When a web of lies and betrayal is uncovered, Zarelle does the unthinkable: she walks away. Now, stripped of her disguise as a docile omega, the true daughter of the Missatian Pack returns to claim her birthright—and her revenge. Calden always thought he’d married a nobody. He never expected his discarded mate to come back as a queen.

They say every dog has its day. Mine came six feet under. My name is Zara Cole, and I died on my wedding anniversary — pushed off a rooftop by the two people I loved most: my husband, Damien Cole, billionaire CEO and world-class liar, and my best friend, Priya Shah, who had been warming my side of the bed for years while I ironed Damien's shirts and called it love. I was twenty-eight years old. I weighed forty-three kilograms because Damien said I looked "healthier" when I was smaller. I hadn't laughed in two years. I had zero bank account, zero self-respect, and approximately one brain cell — which I used exclusively to make excuses for everyone who was destroying me. And then gravity introduced itself. But here's the plot twist nobody asked for: I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in some misty afterlife with a wise old woman handing me life lessons. I woke up in my own body — seven years in the past, the morning of my twentieth birthday, face-down in my tiny apartment that smelled like instant noodles and ambition. I was broke. I was nobody. Damien hadn't noticed me yet. Priya was still "my best friend." The world was still intact. And this time? I'm going to break it first. No more forgiving. No more shrinking. No more being the understanding wife, the loyal friend, the silent sufferer. This time, I'm keeping every talent they made me abandon, every opportunity they convinced me to refuse, and every secret they buried alongside me. They wanted a lamb. They're getting a wolf in a red dress. Welcome to my second life. Population: one very angry, very funny, and absolutely unhinged woman who has nothing left to lose and everything left to take.

On the eve of her wedding, her fiancé was caught entangled with her own twin sister Furious, she turned around and married the rumored ruthless, ice-cold demon CEO She thought it was nothing more than a loveless transaction—a sham marriage to throw everyone off the scent Instead, he treated her with a tenderness like flowing water, a wife-protecting maniac who shielded her at every turn, crushed scum men and women with domineering flair, and went to every length to put his baby in her She was dazed. “Mr. He, our contract is only for three years. If you want a child, find someone else.” The man pinned her against the corner, danger glinting in his eyes. “You provoked me—now pay for it with a lifetime.”

Evelyn Ashford became the cannon-fodder supporting female in a period drama, fated to have her jade space, family fortune, and even her own little brother snatched away by the heroine. According to the script, her whole family would die tragically, while the heroine would ride their corpses straight into the male lead’s arms and ascend to the pinnacle of life. Evelyn laughed. “I know this script by heart but this time, I’m the one writing it.” She bound the spatial jade before anyone else could, then packed off her scheming uncle who’d been drooling over the inheritance along with his entire family to hard labor in the Great Northwest. After that, she took the fortune and her brother and sauntered off to the countryside. The heroine was dumbfounded. Where’s my golden finger? Where’s my inheritance? Where’s my backup little brother? Evelyn didn’t even look back. “Yours? Got your name on it?” Life in the countryside turned out sweeter than expected. She gathered herbs on the hills, hauled river delicacies from the streams, and occasionally gave the villagers a few acupuncture sessions. From being treated as an outsider, she rose to be revered as a miracle doctor; the county hospital begged her three times to take a post. Then one day, she picked up an injured man by the roadside…

[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?”

Stella Avery, the only daughter of the richest man on the planet, had just picked up her limited-edition supercar when, while rubber-necking from a bridge, the crowd collapsed the iron span—and she plunged straight into a melodramatic period novel. She woke up as the capitalist heiress of Harbor City in the book: the original owner was arrogant and vicious, always at odds with the heroine, and ended up dying a miserable death. Armed with the plot, Stella Avery sneered: whoever wants to be cannon fodder can be; she only wants to make money and torment scum—she won’t wrong herself for anyone. Her stepmother plots to send her to the countryside? She plays along, then flips the script and ships the whole step-family to the barren northwest to eat dirt. Her stepsister wants to steal her opportunities and marry her off to a deadbeat? Stella slips her a fertility potion and lets the girl reap what she sowed. A mountain of ancestral assets at home? She opens her massive harbor-space and empties the place—down to the one hair for the parasites. Once the mess is cleaned up, she rolls her bedding and heads to the countryside overnight—only to run straight into her childhood betrothed: Chandler Hawthorne. The man has sword-sharp brows, star-bright eyes, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Already a regimental commander at a young age, he hands over his salary and does all the housework—utter perfection. Stella slaps the table on the spot: this marriage, I’m taking it! After a lightning wedding and moving to the army base, she lands an official post; her surgical genius slips out and she becomes the revered “saintly hand.” Pregnancy after pregnancy follows, and she’s pampered by her husband and every bigwig in sight—life is pure bliss.

【Marriage First, Love Later • Slow-Burn Romance • Taming the Iron Man • Army-Wife Daily Life • Stunning Heiress】 When she opened her eyes, top jewelry designer Serena Blackwood had time-traveled from the 21st century straight into 1971. Seven years into her marriage, her husband and son had eyes and hearts only for the “white-moonlight” mother-and-daughter pair, while she stayed alone in the countryside, living her best life and raking in cash. Then an accident awakened her memories, and she was horrified to discover she was the vicious cannon-fodder first wife in a period novel. Her husband was a steel-blooded officer; her son would grow into the paranoid, brutal “Buddhist prince” of the capital’s elite circle. Both men would go mad for the white-moonlight duo and even drag Serena down with them. In the end, her own son broke her limbs and threw her into the deep mountains to feed the wolves—an agonizing death. Having unlocked the finale ahead of time, Serena couldn’t sit still. She slung a backpack over her shoulder and marched straight to the army base. Divorce—she wanted it now! While the father and son were still obsessed with the white moonlight, she’d seize the chance to cut ties and save her own skin. The moment she reached the military district, her husband was already away on a mission. She waited in the family quarters for the divorce papers, taking the opportunity to de-program her thoroughly brainwashed son. But when the officer husband returned, he seemed like a different man—doting, attentive, and raining money on her! Serena: ?? Maybe… hold off on the divorce for a bit? Everyone soldier in the district knew Chief Morrison’s wife was some country bumpkin he despised. Until one day, the famously cold, hard Chief Morrison trailed after a stunning beauty, calling softly, “Wifey…” Everyone face-planted. Rumors really can’t be trusted!

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!

Reborn as the capitalist young miss in a period drama? And still the cannon-fodder sickly girl? Vivian Hartwell skimmed the plotline and laughed. Golden finger snatched by her stepsister, innocence ruined after being sent down, dying miserably in a foreign land—she knew this script by heart. But sorry, she’d already bonded the spatial pocket first; when others came to confiscate, she emptied the house in one move. Someone tried to poison her? She fainted on cue. Her stepsister thought she’d seized the upper hand and reached for Vivian's golden finger only to fish around and come up empty. “Where’s your golden finger?” “Locked it.” “Your family fortune?” “Donated it.” “How...how can you still smile?!” Sprawled on a soft mat, crunching an apple, Vivian blinked. “I'm smiling because you’re running yourself ragged while I—” She tilted her head toward the window. Beyond the cowshed, a lean man with striking presence was looking straight at her. “I'm planning to start a romance with my untouchable flower. I'm done playing with you.”

Vivian Ryder had been married into the Allen family for five years—giving her heart, her lungs, and every ounce of strength. Every penny her husband earned hauling freight was handed over to her mother-in-law without a cent missing. Who could have guessed that her scheming fifth sister-in-law would trick her out of the space-necklace she’d hidden away, then turn around and wipe both her and her husband off the map? Her husband died in agony; she and her unborn child perished together. Even their little girl was sold deep into the mountains and died miserably. Reborn with a sea of hatred, Vivian Ryder finally realized: she was nothing more than a short-lived cannon-fodder side character in a period novel whose sole purpose was to hand the heroine a golden finger! In this new life, fury burned in her veins—she would never walk the same road again. Those in-laws who’d sucked her dry and treated her like dirt still wanted to squeeze her? Not a chance. She clenched the space-necklace she’d reclaimed, shielded her husband, spoiled her daughter, shredded the white-lotus sister-in-law, and blasted the monster-in-law. Since they refused to see her as family, she’d make them taste the pain of losing what they’d once possessed. Without her husband’s life-risking labor, let’s see how the Allen household collapses into chaos and poverty! This time, she won’t be the tragic supporting woman—she’ll lead her family to riches and bliss, repaying last life’s torment a hundredfold!

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…”

There is an inviolable rule in the Cultivation World: Never, ever provoke Lu Xuan. Because his disciples are simply too overpowered! Eldest disciple, Rising Empress: She established the Rising Dynasty and became the master of the Southern Wilderness! Second disciple, Ye Chen: An unparalleled genius in both alchemy and martial arts, the Martial and Alchemy Emperor! Third disciple, Chen Changsheng: Incredibly disciplined... Although he has the power to annihilate Emperors with a snap of his fingers, he chooses to lay low! Fourth disciple, Forbidden Empress: "My body is full of mystery and ominous aura; will you help me absorb it, Master?" ... Lu Xuan: Me? I'm nothing special, just slightly stronger than my disciples, maybe by a little billion.

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."