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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.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

After her family's massacre, Mara Burke assumes the identity of Queenie Dawn and infiltrates the inner circle of her enemy Zack Lowe to seek revenge. She grows suspicious upon discovering her parents' memorial photos and wavers when Zack risks his life to save her.Eventually,she learns Zack is actually an undercover police officer. The two join forces to set traps, using internal gang conflicts to eliminate enemies, ultimately bringing down the gang leader Jackson Mallow and completely dismantling the criminal organization.

Wesley Yates, an 800-year-old immortal, leaves the mountain to face his trial of love and marry the most beautiful girl, Qiana Scott. At the engagement party, an impostor shows up, while the powerful Dennis and Lawson families openly provoke him, and even the Dragon Lord himself steps forward to challenge. With effortless calm, Wesley handles every threat and presents his beloved with a Longevity Pill as a symbol of their bond.Six decades later, the once-invincible Ancestor and the stunning beauty still live together in a quiet courtyard. Their looks remain unchanged, and their love is as deep as ever.
![[ENG DUB] Married to Someone Who Never Ages](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Wesley Yates, an 800-year-old immortal, leaves the mountain to face his trial of love and marry the most beautiful girl, Qiana Scott. At the engagement party, an impostor shows up, while the powerful Dennis and Lawson families openly provoke him, and even the Dragon Lord himself steps forward to challenge. With effortless calm, Wesley handles every threat and presents his beloved with a Longevity Pill as a symbol of their bond.Six decades later, the once-invincible Ancestor and the stunning beauty still live together in a quiet courtyard. Their looks remain unchanged, and their love is as deep as ever.

In the previous life, Evelyn Lester found that her roommate, Felice James, had planted malware on her phone and stolen her money. In the end, Evelyn was pushed off the roof by Felice and died. After Evelyn came back to the first day of college, Felice suggested traveling abroad again. This time, Evelyn put her smartphone in the dorm and took an ancient phone instead. She couldn't wait to see what Felice would do when she couldn't pretend to be wealthy again.