

Faye Will wakes up reborn, free from her love-addled brain.She beats the scumbag, dumps her original doormat personality, and brings a total shock to the entertainment industry's dating variety show!
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Framed and imprisoned for five years, Wendi gives birth to a daughter behind bars. With no one else to protect little Nina, she sends the 4-year-old to find the father she has never met. Newly returned billionaire heir Collin is stunned when a little girl runs up and calls him Dad.

Framed and imprisoned for five years, Wendi gives birth to a daughter behind bars. With no one else to protect little Nina, she sends the 4-year-old to find the father she has never met. Newly returned billionaire heir Collin is stunned when a little girl runs up and calls him Dad.

My seven-year-old son was bitten by a snake. I rushed him to my elder son’s hospital, only for his girlfriend to mistake me for his mistress. She blocked the treatment, slapped and beat me violently, leaving me bruised and bleeding. When my elder son operated on me, his hands trembled and he asked in horror: “Who did this to you, Mom?”

Annie never knew her mother's love. Carole despised her, reserving all her doting affection for Fiona, the daughter of a past romance. Carole believed her marriage to Ben was a drunken mistake, and Annie was simply the regrettable result. Unable to bear the abuse Annie suffered, Ben resolved to take Annie and leave Carole for good. Despite this, on her own birthday, Annie chose to give her mother one final chance.

Everyone praises Joseph as the model husband and father, until Sherry returns with her son and daughter, shattering his perfect image. When he relentlessly chases her, she declares: the kids are mine, but I don't want you. When he meets two little copies of himself, even he has to face reality. Want to win Sherry back? He's still got a long way to go!

At my mother’s funeral, I discovered that my future mate, Arthur, was cheating on me. The Omega had posted a photo of the newborn pup she shared with Arthur on social media, captioning it: “Thank you, Moon Goddess, for blessing me with this unexpected bond.” As I broke down, Arthur calmly tried to soothe me. “Don’t get distracted. The most important thing right now is finishing the funeral.” The next day, he skipped the burial ceremony entirely, leaving me with nothing but a brief phone call. “She’s too weak after giving birth. I have to take care of her.” Sensing my silence, he let out a long sigh. “Don’t overthink things. You'll still be my most beloved Luna. The pup is just an accident, and she never intended to ruin the alliance between our two packs. But the pup carries my bloodline. As an Alpha, I will spend Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with her and the pup, and I will come back to you on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays.” I clenched my fists, fighting back tears until my eyes burned red. “Alpha Arthur, this is your official notice: our marking ceremony is canceled, and my pack no longer requires an alliance.” Arthur froze, his voice instantly turning cold. “Don’t be like this, Bella. Your mother just passed away. Stop throwing a tantrum at a time like this.” Without hesitation, I hung up the phone and walked straight toward the fiercest nemesis of the Silver Moon pack. “Mark me, and let’s join forces to destroy the Silver Moon Pack. Do you have what it takes?”

My younger sister, Lydia Miller, and I are unexpectedly reborn into a beastman tribe, where the Beast God gives us a choice of identity. The first option is to become a beast woman with tremendous strength and a tall, imposing physique. The second option is to become a saintess with the ability to reproduce across species and an alluring, graceful figure. In our previous life, Lydia became a beast woman to survive, while I became the frail saintess. She ended up scorned by the tribe's beastmen for not being feminine enough. Meanwhile, I captured the hearts of the three strongest and most handsome beastmen in the tribe with my delicate frame. I became their most cherished beloved. Eventually, they rose to rule the primeval forest, and I basked in endless glory as their saintess. Driven mad with jealousy, Lydia pushed me into a poison swamp when no one was looking. With my last bit of strength, I plunged a poisonous thorn into her body, and we died together. When I open my eyes again, we're back at the moment when the Beast God asks us to make our choice. This time, Lydia rushes to claim the saintess identity first. "Ella, this time I'll be the saintess. Since I pity you so much, I'll let you have those three defective, impotent beastmen." I bite back the wild joy flooding through me. What's so great about serving as a breeding tool anyway? In a primitive society, strength is everything.

My younger sister, Lydia Miller, and I are unexpectedly reborn into a beastman tribe, where the Beast God gives us a choice of identity. The first option is to become a beast woman with tremendous strength and a tall, imposing physique. The second option is to become a saintess with the ability to reproduce across species and an alluring, graceful figure. In our previous life, Lydia became a beast woman to survive, while I became the frail saintess. She ended up scorned by the tribe's beastmen for not being feminine enough. Meanwhile, I captured the hearts of the three strongest and most handsome beastmen in the tribe with my delicate frame. I became their most cherished beloved. Eventually, they rose to rule the primeval forest, and I basked in endless glory as their saintess. Driven mad with jealousy, Lydia pushed me into a poison swamp when no one was looking. With my last bit of strength, I plunged a poisonous thorn into her body, and we died together. When I open my eyes again, we're back at the moment when the Beast God asks us to make our choice. This time, Lydia rushes to claim the saintess identity first. "Ella, this time I'll be the saintess. Since I pity you so much, I'll let you have those three defective, impotent beastmen." I bite back the wild joy flooding through me. What's so great about serving as a breeding tool anyway? In a primitive society, strength is everything.