

Reborn just seven days before the apocalypse, Mark awakens a "Hatred System". The more people hate him, the stronger he gets. To build the ultimate safehouse in a world overrun by zombies, he deliberately stirs chaos everywhere he goes, quickly rising into a notorious "tyrant" feared by all. In the end, he outlives both humanity and the Zombie King, standing alone at the top of a broken world, and is remembered only with hatred and curses.
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For three years, Emily Davis faithfully carried out her duties as Benjamin Parker's wife, believing her gentleness could eventually thaw his heart. Sadly, she came to realize that her efforts were in vain. Disheartened, she made the difficult decision to end their marriage. Emily, determined to focus on her career and avoid past mistakes, remains steadfast. Benjamin, however, refuses to give up. Hence, he embarks on a journey to win back his wife's heart.
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For ten years, Henry served his country in secret, sending every penny home to the family he loved. When he finally came back, his wife told him his daughter and mother were dead. It was all a lie. They were alive. She had spent years cheating on him with her lover and stealing his fortune.With help from an old friend, Henry uncovers the truth one piece at a time. Now his unfaithful wife wants him back. Too late. His revenge has just begun.

Max Lowell, once an Aureate Immortal of the Immortal Realm, is forced to reincarnate after crushing usury debts. He wakes in the Mortal Realm inside a deadbeat gambler slain over loans—and finds the man's wife: Queenie Lynd,breathtaking, gentle, but mute, long mistreated at home. Max chooses to begin his mortal life by setting this one thing right: earn enough to craft a pill that will restore his wife's voice.

My husband's childhood sweetheart was diagnosed with a terminal illness. To fulfill her last wishes and let her experience the warmth of family, my husband, Aaron Turner, gave her my necklace. He even let her claim my birthday. Even our son started calling her "Mom" in private. He told me, "Chrishell, Sylvia is dying. Just give in to her, will you?" Whenever I asked him to spare even a little time and affection for me, our son, Lucas, would rush to speak on their behalf. "Mom, didn't you always teach me to be generous? Sylvia is dying. Why do you always make things difficult for her?" Over time, I stopped asking for anything at all. Then one night, I overheard my son speaking to his father after returning from the hospital. "Sylvia is so gentle and graceful. I wish Mom could be more like her." Aaron chuckled and affectionately brushed his hand over our son's hair. "Your mom may be a little strict, but it's all for your own good. Since you like Sylvia so much, how about we let her be your godmother?" So even the child I risked my life to bring into this world didn't like me. I lowered my gaze, quietly closed the bedroom door, and pretended none of it had happened. Since they were both filled with such regret, I'd leave quietly and give them what they wanted.

After our eighty-eighth canceled wedding, I called my business partner. "I'm taking the Haviana market project." There was a beat of stunned silence. "Seriously? That's ten years overseas. You just got married—well, weren't you? Does your husband even know? What about your parents? You always said staying close to them was everything." I glanced around the empty church and let out a sharp laugh. "There was no wedding. No husband. And my parents? They've got Cindy. That's all they need." Another pause. "Alright. Pack your bags. You leave tomorrow." After the call, I ran a hand down my wedding dress. One last tear slipped out, quiet and pointless. Cindy had another "episode" today. Claimed she'd off herself. Andrew canceled—again. I'd looked at him, drained. "It's the eighty-eighth time." He dropped his head, guilt all over him. "Just a little more time, Viv. She's been off since the accident. I'm scared she'll actually do it. I swear, I'll talk to her. For real this time. Then we'll get married. Promise." My parents didn't hesitate. "Vivian, let Andrew go. If Cindy hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't have these breakdowns. Are you really putting a wedding over your sister's life?" "How could you be so selfish?" I'd heard it all before. Used to fight it. Not this time. If neither my fiancé nor my parents wanted me around, then fine. I'd leave.