

My fated Alpha wanted to indulge his mistress Vivian as Luna for a while. So he pretended he'd lost our connection and wouldn't even admit I was his Luna. Walking past the study, I heard Vivian's sickly sweet voice: "Darling, if I'm acting Luna, can you mark me every night too? But... won't Sophia get suspicious? I mean, you two have been mates for five years." "What's she going to do? She can't leave the pack, and she definitely can't leave me," Ethan scoffed. "Sophia? That idiot. I told her I lost the connection, and she actually believed we didn't have a bond anymore. Even if she found out the truth, she'd just quietly hand over the Luna title and go back to being a healer. The only Luna in my heart is you, sweetheart." I stopped in my tracks. I didn't call him out. A sharp pain shot through me as our mate bond weakened. I turned and left. Let them think their little plan was perfect. They'd find out soon enough what a big surprise this "idiot" had in store for them.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.

On the day Natalie was discharged from the psychiatric hospital, she became unusually docile. However, her adopted sister was even more adept at pretending than she was. Her two brothers doted on their adopted sister while regarding Natalie with utter disdain, but she didn't care about it at all. Outwardly, she played the role of a well-behaved, sane person, but in truth, she had long since slipped into genuine madness!

I’m painfully shy, so the only kind of relationship I ever dared have was an online one. The day I was brought back to my wealthy birth family, the fake heiress burst into tears and said she wanted to give my engagement back. I waved both hands immediately. “No, no. I already have a boyfriend.” The second I said it, lines of text suddenly floated in front of my eyes: [LOL, the evil supporting character is rejecting it so fast now, but just wait—once she sees the male lead, she’ll regret it.] [The male lead only loves the fake heiress. She’s going to use their chat logs to cling to him and make a scene.] [In the end, the heroine gets driven into depression and slits her wrist. The male lead hates her so much he has her beaten, crippled, and locked away in a psychiatric hospital.] What a joke. I’m so socially anxious I can barely talk to strangers. Why would I ever chase after some random man? Then footsteps sounded outside the door. The fake heiress ran over with red-rimmed eyes. “Ethan, this is my sister—your original fiancée.” I turned around and came face-to-face with someone I knew all too well. It was Ethan Pierce, the man I’d been in an online relationship with for six years.

The most popular girl from my high school is getting married. She invites everyone in our class to the wedding. I want to act like I don't see the message, but she deliberately tags me in the group chat. "You kept pretending to be a rich girl like me in high school, but I don't hold it against you. In fact, I'll allow you to attend my wedding tomorrow to see what the rich life is like." The other classmates speak up. "You're so generous, Haley. It's no wonder you can marry someone from the Baumer family. I can't believe you can even forgive someone as materialistic as Emma!" "Does someone like Emma Larkin even deserve to attend Haley's wedding? She's so full of herself." As the insults become worse, Haley Stockwell steps forward to keep the peace. "Come on, let's put this behind us. I'm not bothered by these things since it's been so long. Anyway, let's not bear a grudge against Emma when she's already so poor and ugly." Everyone in the group chat starts singing her praises and calling her kind and innocent. I sneer. Haley is the one who kept pretending to be rich—I'm the true heiress from an affluent family, yet she made me out to be a liar. She turned me into the target of everyone's insults. I check the digital wedding invitation to see that the venue is my villa. The groom looks familiar—isn't he my husband's driver? I smile at the thought of what's going to happen. I reply, "Sure! I have to attend your wedding!"

On her thirtieth birthday, Madison thought she was about to receive a marriage proposal from her childhood sweetheart, Gideon. Dressed in her wedding gown, she rushed to the civil affairs bureau—only to discover that the proposal was merely the punchline of his bet. Devastated and unwilling to compromise any longer, she turned around on the spot and married Henry, the wealthy CEO she had just met through a blind date. When Madison walked down the aisle on her lavish wedding day, arm in arm with her new husband, the once proud Gideon collapsed completely, consumed by endless regret…

Jessica Parker transmigrates into a novel as the vicious supporting female lead—the true heiress. She has a system that grants her the ability to modify the original story.Her mission: stay true to the villainess persona, play out key plot points, change her cannon fodder fate, and survive until the finale.

Jess Willis gets sucked into a novel set in the 1980s where she's the villainous ex-wife of a disabled big shot who dies early. She's stuck with a "villain system" that says she has to stir up drama and be awful to everyone before she can go home. Jess's like, "Play the villain? Hell no!" But then she's like, "Actually, you know what? Villains have way more fun!"She rolls up her sleeves and starts living her best chaotic life—except she doesn't know her whole family can hear her thoughts. The family grows closer than ever, and even her disabled husband recovers and becomes completely devoted to her!

Office worker Bree Walker is bound to a system called Verity OS, which prevents her from lying. As a result, she is fired for exposing workplace hypocrisy and corruption. After several failed interviews, she boldly confronts Elias Grimm, the CEO of Grimm Corp, and exposes a fraudulent deal he was about to make. Impressed, he later takes her on as his trusted aide, and she helps him tremendously in his business. In a world full of lies and deceit, Bree proves that honesty is t

I had just been confirmed as a match and was preparing to donate a kidney to my husband's adoptive sister. That night, she left her iPad in the living room. The screen was still on, showing her chat with the doctor: [Doctor, please don't tell my sister-in-law. If she has a kidney removed, her hidden heart condition will flare up, and she won't live longer than three months.] The next day, I canceled the donation without a second thought. My husband flew into a rage. He called me cold-blooded and forced me to sign a divorce agreement that left me with nothing. The next day, I stood outside the hospital room and heard my sister-in-law laughing smugly. "She's so stupid. I faked one chat screenshot, and she actually believed she was sick. Now her penthouse is mine, and we can finally be together openly." My husband kissed her. "Good girl. Later, I'll find you a good kidney on the black market." Outside the door, I sneered. Of course, I knew the chat log was fake. I had come back from the future, after all. In two weeks, the zombie outbreak would begin. Those two so-called siblings who were actually lovers would not only steal my medicine, they would push me out to feed me to the zombies. This time, with only four days left before zombie hordes overran the city, I wanted to see how long a sick woman without a new kidney and a scumbag without supplies could last in that penthouse.