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Quila Yale, a double-award-winning actress, unexpectedly transmigrates into the role of the wicked stepmother, Lena Yale, from a show she once starred in.When a little kindness toward her stepchildren unexpectedly activates the "Mom's the Best System", she's able to provide lavish meals even during a famine. Through shared hardships, the children's suspicion turns into genuine love, finally seeing her as their true mother. By the time their father, the general, returns from war, this family is finally whole again.

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Quila Yale, a double-award-winning actress, unexpectedly transmigrates into the role of the wicked stepmother, Lena Yale, from a show she once starred in.When a little kindness toward her stepchildren unexpectedly activates the "Mom's the Best System", she's able to provide lavish meals even during a famine. Through shared hardships, the children's suspicion turns into genuine love, finally seeing her as their true mother. By the time their father, the general, returns from war, this family is finally whole again.

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The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”