

"Upon discovering I was pregnant, I excitedly rushed to my husband’s company to put our baby down as our insurance beneficiary. However, I was shocked to read my husband’s file. Partner: Victoria Winston Children: Jack Hudson, Sophia Hudson. I froze. The HR manager said the woman was his legally wedded wife and the heiress to the largest hotel chain on the East Coast. Their children were already seven years old. It felt like my world was crumbling down around me. If she was his wife, what was I? His mistress of five years? His friend with benefits? Even more absurdly, I was now pregnant with his child. A child who would never be acknowledged by their father. An illegitimate child. I nodded dazedly. My whole body felt weak. The man I considered my husband was never mine. Even after death, his gravestone would not have my name!"

The apocalypse struck, zombies overran the world, and Riven Hoyle awakened as the Zombie King with a secret system, feared overlord of the undead. But in the ruins, he found a tiny, cute baby... who's secretly Elara Harvey, the reincarnated human empress Sovran!Now, the aloof Zombie King dotes on his adopted daughter, leading millions of corpses to raze the wastelands, all to protect her.Meanwhile, the infant Sovran hides her sharp claws beneath swaddles. When a monster becomes a doting dad,and a baby ruler starts to flex her power, the end of the world is about to get wild.

In her past life, Christie Reynolds made a fateful mistake in love, falling victim to a misjudgment of character that led to a tragic betrayal. Burned to death as a result, she gets a second chance at life through rebirth. Determined to right the wrongs of her past, she vows to marry the man who had courageously rushed into the fire to save her, even if he was known as a notorious playboy. Initially, she marries him out of deep gratitude, but after the wedding, she finds herself showered with an unprecedented level of affection. It seems she is going to be utterly and completely indulged!

Snatched on the wedding by her fiancé’s father-- the ruthless Dragon Lord, Zorina is swept into a forbidden bond. But as dark conspiracies unravel, the beast she feared becomes her ultimate protector.Defying all prejudice, she finally recognizes her true heart, surrendering her pure soul to his devotion.

Five years after one faithful night, on the brink of losing her pack, the Wolf Queen manages to track down the father of her child, not realizing he’s secretly The Archmage and the key to saving her and her pack.

After spending over a decade in the palace, Song Ruyi finally saw the light again when she was allowed to leave. However, due to an inadvertent glance from the Emperor and the jealousy of Noble Consort Chun, she was subjected to a horrific fate. Out of jealousy, Noble Consort Chun cut her hair, severed her fingers, gouged out her eyes, and slit her throat. Her sister, Song Zhiyi, waited eagerly at the palace gate for Ruyi's return, only to be greeted by a lifeless and broken body. Determined, Song Zhiyi entered the palace, embarking on a path of revenge. She navigated through various schemes and intrigues, only to discover, after exposing Noble Consort Chun's crimes, that the true mastermind behind her sister's death was someone else...

Oh, no! I'm the werewolf princess, and I woke up in the Vampire King's bed?!

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.