

Jeana Dylan and her husband were in love for 7 years and married for 5, only to find him having an affair. She then discovered that the past 7 years were all a scam. The man she slept next to every night was only after her family's wealth. After her pain, she decided to retaliate. She joined forces with the mistress, set a trap for her husband, lured him into investing, and made him return all the transferred assets. She also uncovered her husband's secret family and son outside. When everyone was gathered, Jeana let them fight amongst themselves. In the end, Sean Finn was jailed for attempted murder, Lucy Leon lost everything and almost got killed by him, Nina Finn was drowning in debt and forced to pay with her body, and the malicious mother-in-law suffered a stroke and was left unattended. As for Jeana, she reunited with Aaron Grant, the man she liked 10 years ago, and started a new life.

Five years ago, a misunderstanding caused Cecilia and Lambert's divorce. Now back in the country, she works at a hospital and runs into her ex-husband, ending up in his bed. Since then, Lambert has been pushing hard to get back into her life. Divorced, but still sharing a bed.

"Nine years ago, Selena, the sole heir of the Eternal Night Holy City's highest bloodline, gave up her birthright for love and eloped with Drake, the Lord of Shadowfort. She hid her identity, enduring nine years of her husband's entanglement with his stepmother Cassandra, while she and her daughter suffered endless humiliation in Shadowfort. It was not until Drake was about to hold the blood-oath ceremony with Cassandra, her daughter was publicly shoved to the ground, and she herself was brutally beaten—that Selena finally gave up completely. She reawakened the silver blood that had been sealed within her for nine years, took her daughter, and fled Shadowfort, returning to the Eternal Night Holy City. Now standing at the pinnacle of power, as the Supreme Heir of the Holy City, she looks down upon the man who once swore to love her forever—now kneeling in the snow, begging for a single glance. And she chooses not to look back."

Frank Ford was transported to a post-apocalyptic wasteland as a cannon fodder. On the night before his doomed mission, he activated the ""Wife-doting System.""He chose three ""trash"": a crippled S-class captain, a deformed mutant, and a dying clone.Everyone mocked him, until he injected them with a mysterious serum. The crippled captain, Anna Hutt, awakened her psychic powers; the deformed mutant, Bess Bruce, transformed into a strong fighter; and A77, the clone, gained teleportation.With 3 S-class ladies fighting at full power, Frank crushed all challengers.But then came the conspiracy of Colonel Dylan Jones, a high-ranking official of the Fortress City, followed by missile strikes and city-wide purges...

Caught in an unexpected public humiliation, Cindy runs into Haydon, the first love she hasn't seen in five years. Once inseparable, they now stand on opposite sides, separated by silence and resentment. But as fate brings them together again, the love they lost and the regrets they buried refuse to stay in the past.

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Jane dies saving Nora, only to awaken in Nora's body.Sold to Meridia by her own dad, Nora lost everything. Now, Jane unleashes hell to reclaim her life! Teaming up with rival Zavier to bust the traffickers, she learns a shocking truth: he's always loved her.

Sierra Lowe, a genius from the future research institute, dies unexpectedly and wakes up 100 years in the past as the fiancée of Commander Ethan Nacht. Her plan is simple: lay low, earn money, and avoid trouble. And when the ninth wife finally rises to power, she’ll happily step aside. But on their wedding day, Commander Ethan hears her inner thoughts loud and clear: “So this is Ethan Nacht, the guy who secretly slept with the ninth wife?”Ethan was baffled: "Father only had eight wives. Where did the ninth come from?"

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.