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The gentle twilight cast a soft glow on Alexander's face. His striking features seemed sculpted by the gods. He was the same age as Sunny's dad, Lucas, and yet why was Alexander so gorgeous and young? Sunny had always believed her father Lucas was already impossibly handsome. But compared to Alexander, her dad suddenly seemed dimmed. "Uncle Alexander, what are you doing here?" Alexander replied gently, "Waiting for someone."Sunny tilted her head. "Who are you waiting for?"Alexander said softly, "Someone who may never come." There was a faint sadness in his eyes as he spoke, and something about it pierced Sunny' s heart. A wave of sorrow surged through her, tightening her throat and bringing tears. Sunny asked, "If the one is never coming back, why keep waiting?"Alexander looked at her and said seriously, "Because I promised her I would." Alexander then asked, "Sunny, have you ever fallen in love with someone?"Sunny answered,"Nope. My dad doesn't let me date early."Alexander smiled faintly."I did. I fell in love young."Sunny looked at him curiously, and Alexander added with a subtle smile,"Loving her was the happiest thing in my life. She means my world." Before turning twenty, Sunny had always been the apple of her billionaire father Lucas's eyes, until he was ruined overnight by his nemesis, trillionaire Alexander, the cold-blooded rising king of Chicago. Not only did this ruthless tycoon destroy Lucas's corporation, he even took Lucas's daughter Sunny back to his luxurious mansion...Then came an accident, and Sunny was back to the time when her father Lucas was still a teenager. She watched, stunned, as her father laughed wildly, hanging out with a group of reckless boys. And there he was, gripping Alexander by the collar, patting his cheek,"Admit it, Alexander, you lost, huh?" Everyone at school knew there were two people you couldn't mess with. Lucas, the heir to a powerful family, arrogant, fierce, born to be bad; Alexander, stunning, silent, stoic, with fists as hard as steel and bones even harder. They were sworn enemies. Lately, the school prince Lucas had a teenage girl trailing behind him, named Sunny, who looked 90% like him, always following in his footsteps. One day, Lucas, completely exasperated, shoved some cash into her hands. Lucas, "This is the last time. Stop following me. We are almost the same age. I can never be your dad!" Sunny was in tears, "Dad..." After that, Sunny really stopped following him. And Lucas found himself weirdly missing Sunny. Until he saw his archenemy Alexander pinning Sunny to the wall, asking coldly, "Do you like me?"Sunny blushed. "Y-yes... I do." Lucas gaped. His Sunny, dated with his nemesis Alexander? He was so furious he nearly exploded. Alexander smirked, "Admit it, Lucas, Sunny likes me, not you." Lucas, "..."

The Tragic Fate of Alex, the Rise of Diana The head of the top US consortium, Alex, met an untimely demise, and all his assets were transferred to Diana. The real heiress of The White Family was found after eighteen years. Yet, everyone mocked her, calling her uncultured, useless, and nothing more than a pretty vase. However, at the wedding of the century, when the wife of the young head of The Smith Family was revealed to be none other than the "vase" Diana, the socialites of New York City were left pounding their chests in disbelief-How could she deserve this?! After Alex's death, Diana not only had to face the covetous gazes of The Smith Family but also play the role of a leader among various powerful organizations. Alex's subordinates assured her, "We will handle everything; you just need to sit on the throne." But later... When Diana was in danger, she wielded a gun, stepping on her enemy with a dazzling smile, "Be good, and I'll give you a quick death." When her loved ones fell ill, the legendary medical master personally visited and admitted-she was Diana's senior disciple! The renowned racing legend willingly became Diana's personal driver, calling her "Boss" at every turn. Alex's subordinates were in utter disbelief, "Wasn't she supposed to be a weak little white flower, a soft and obedient golden canary?!" But Alex wasn't entirely dead. When his consciousness awakened, he found himself soul-bound to a plush doll-one that Diana had designed in his likeness. Now, he not only had to endure being dressed and undressed by Diana but also be at her mercy, bathed and squeezed in her hands... Watching her reveal one hidden identity after another, Alex was utterly dumbfounded. Even the woman he admired and respected the most-was her?! [Mini Theater 1] Alex, now in plush doll form, was held against Diana's soft, snowy chest as she stood before a mirror. Staring at his own ridiculously extravagant appearance, his expression cracked- "Is this really how she sees me in her heart?!" Diana's fingers teasingly unfastened his tiny clothes, one button at a time. Alex shut his eyes, his mind filled with only one thought- "I want to die." [Mini Theater 2] Diana stared at the dust-covered plush doll, frowning, "My doll is precious-I have to wash it myself." Alex's inner monologue, "Stay away from me!" After an intense round of scrubbing and kneading, his soul burned with shame, his spirit flushed red, on the verge of tears. Diana, completely satisfied, gave him a kiss-he turned even redder... They said Alex had a cleanliness obsession, high standards, and was impossible to please. But now? He felt that... maybe staying dirty wasn't so bad after all. [Mini Theater 3] Once back in his real body, Alex trapped Diana against the wall, his gaze burning as he questioned, "You took so much advantage of me, destroyed my innocence-how are you going to repay me?" Diana's eyes gleamed mischievously. "That bad, huh? How about you cry for me first?" Alex, "..."

"Rose, do you have to be this shameless?" He yanked her hair tighter, forcing her to lift her face. She stared straight into his eyes and let out a cold laugh. "Yeah, I'm shameless. But what, you think you're any better? Talking about marriage one minute and pounding into me like crazy the next. We're just a pair of filthy lovers, aren't we? So stop pretending to be so righteous!" Alexander is aloof and arrogant; she is wild and unrestrained. For revenge, she meticulously approaches him, shamelessly flirts with him, and cunningly schemes against him. She disrupts his engagement party, drives away his first love, and repeatedly steps on his bottom line. One late night, he corners her against the wall. "Rose, what other tricks do you have that I don't know about?" And just like that, she barges into his world, does whatever she pleases, and drags him down from his throne step by step until she completely devours him... Upon returning home, Rose discovers that CEO Alexander who just gave her a sky-high breakup fee is actually her half-sister's fiancé. He broke up with her because he got engaged to her half-sister. To make matters worse, Rose's biological mother had also met her tragic fate because of her stepmother. Her mind remained clear at all times. Now, her goal was no longer as simple as forcing Alexander to call off the engagement. Her desire had grown. She wanted to possess him completely-body and soul-to conquer him, to make him entirely hers. Only his powerful status and background could truly help her reclaim everything she had lost. She had always known what he wanted. She had always known how to provoke his anger, make him compromise, lure him into indulgence, make him lose himself-until he became a puppet of her.

My grandfather once saved the life of an elderly patriarch from a top wealthy family. When my grandfather passed away, the wealthy old man honored their agreement and arranged for me to become the fiancée of his heir, Justin. Justin was a notorious playboy, but this engagement was my grandfather's dying wish. So, I moved into Justin's home. Justin's sister, Nancy, was engaged to Alexander, the wealthiest man in the elite circle. However, Nancy looked down on me as her future sister-in-law at every turn. But when Alexander was blinded in a car accident, Nancy immediately had a one-night stand with another wealthy heir and married him in haste. And so, I became Alexander's substitute bride... A car accident left the heir of the most powerful family blind. Not only was his engagement called off, but he was also forced to marry an adopted daughter as a mere substitute. Rumors said that his new wife was uneducated, lacked taste, and had no personality-a "three-no" product. But little did they know, she was a brilliant doctor. Just three days after marrying into the family, she miraculously cured Alexander's blindness. Not only did she win the affection of his entire family, but she also firmly secured her place as the young mistress of the household. As they spent more time together, Alexander gradually discovered that his wife was an incredible hidden gem. He lost interest in work and became obsessed with spoiling his wife day and night. The small clinic he had set up for her to pass the time unexpectedly became famous far and wide. Even high-profile figures had to wait in line for an appointment... Meanwhile, as her husband, Alexander found himself needing to book a slot just to catch a glimpse of his own wife...

When Bella unexpectedly became pregnant, her boyfriend's first love happened to return to the country. The two grew close again, leaving Bella as the laughingstock of the industry. Everyone said that Megan, the fake heiress of The Hunter family, was exceptionally talented, like the bright moon in the sky, while the real heiress, Bella, was worthless-nothing more than dirt beneath their feet. What they didn't know was that the mastermind behind The Hunter family's powerful empire was Bella. The reason why The Hunter family members became renowned fashion designers, famous directors, celebrated singers, and popular idols was all because of Bella. Yet, when Bella was betrayed during her pregnancy, they forced her to marry a completely paralyzed man in exchange for benefits. Later, when Bella's true identity was revealed, The Hunter family regretted everything. Her ex-boyfriend even came to her in tears. "I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, for the sake of the child, okay?" At that moment, a cold voice rang out. "My child has nothing to do with you." Eugene, the powerful and ruthless head of The Scott family, a man who made countless socialites swoon, walked over and wrapped his arm around Bella's waist, his tone intimate. "Bella, let's go home."

After being dumped by Summer for two years, Christopher developed gynophobia-getting too close to a woman made him nauseous and want to throw up. Christopher, "Why are there ugly women everywhere? I'm going to stay single for life." His bros, "???" Then, out of nowhere, Summer returned, begging for reconciliation and affection. Christopher, "You think you can break up whenever you want and get back together just because you say so? Who do you think you are?!" Summer, "Aren't you desperate? You haven't taken care of your needs for a long time, have you?" Before she could finish, the volcano inside Christopher erupted. Christopher, "Shut the hell up!" Damn it! She really used to be his woman! She knew him too well-could even tell when he was needy?! She kissed him directly. Christopher instantly melted, like a tamed beast. His bros, "??? What happened to your gynophobia? And what's with that satisfied expression?" Christopher, "Get lost! You're watching for free and still talking too much!" Summer, "Bros, help me win Christopher back. Once I succeed, I'll give each of you a billion. He'll pay." His bros, "??? You two really are a match made in heaven!" Christopher, "You guys made a group chat behind my back?" Everyone left the chat immediately... "Summer, just be patient. Big bro is easy to coax."

In public, he was a ruthless and terrifying business demon, but in private, he was a devoted wife-doting man. He indulged her every whim, clearing all obstacles for her, allowing her to do as she pleased, and spoiling her beyond reason at the slightest provocation. He said, "Cathy, in the past, you didn't have the luxury to be willful. From today onward, you do." She smiled sweetly. "Mr. Owen, I'm clinging to you for life." "My honor, Mrs. Owen." To save her family, Cathy had no choice but to enter into a fake marriage with Roderick, helping him secretly meet with his lover, Tracy, while enduring Tracy's humiliation. She had long grown used to such treatment-it was, after all, just a financial transaction. But what she never expected was that, by sheer coincidence, Roderick's greatest and most feared rival, Anthony, actually wanted to keep her as his mistress. And the most shocking part? She was still, at least in name, Roderick's wife... and Anthony was rumored to be Roderick's uncle.

Betty, the eldest daughter of The White family in New York City, was sent to live in a remote countryside for eighteen years due to her parents' divorce. Upon her return, she was labeled with all kinds of nicknames: "country bumpkin," "hillbilly"... Henry, known as Mr. William in New York City, has a mysterious background and wields immense power-no one dares to offend him. Two completely unrelated people were suddenly informed one day: They. Were. Married! For Betty: "It doesn't matter who I marry, but if I don't want to, whoever dares to force me... I'll kill them." For Mr. William: Before meeting Betty: "My wife? The position of a top elite lady in New York City is not for just anyone." "No matter where she is, find that woman and bring her to me!" "This arranged marriage must be annulled!" After meeting Betty: "My wife is a top-tier hacker, and I'm shocked." "My wife is a godly doctor, and I'm in awe." "My wife is a master of the mystical arts, and I bow to her." "My wife has too many hidden identities... Suddenly, I feel unworthy of her!" For everyone else: "Mr. William, we advise you not to show off too much."

The man's expression was indifferent, his facial features sharp and well-defined. A faint smile played on his lips, but it never reached his eyes, making him appear gentle yet unapproachable. His slightly upturned peach blossom eyes held light brown irises, exuding a hint of allure when his gaze was lowered. Completely different from her brother's deep black eyes. She had expected to see her brother, but instead, she was met with a stranger, while her brother was nowhere to be found. For a moment, Lily's mind went blank, unsure of how to react. The scene seemed frozen in time. Neither of them moved. Before long, the man lowered his eyes again, slowly and methodically extinguishing his cigarette, his demeanor relaxed and lazy. He didn't seem inclined to speak, remaining silent as he got up to open the window for ventilation. Watching his actions, Lily, feeling lost, hesitantly called out, "...Brother?" That was their first meeting. Later, she would come to understand that he was her brother's best friend. At thirteen, Lily secretly fell for a man. The man had a cold and lazy air about him, spoke with a casual drawl, and often came to her house, spending entire afternoons in her brother's room playing video games. Whenever she went in to deliver fruit or snacks, he would lazily lift his gaze, smiling devilishly, "Kid, what's up with you? You blush every time you see me."

"You saved me, so I'll have my daddy pledge himself to you!" Ada unexpectedly saved a cutie, and in return, she got the cutie's heartthrob father. After their marriage, Gray doted on his wife, always obedient and loving. "Boss, are you really going to let the boss lady take over the company? You won't stop her if she wants to sell it?" "Sell my company? I have plenty of companies. The most important thing is to make my wife happy." "Boss, it's bad! The boss lady says she wants to tear off the roof!" "Go help her with the ladder, protect her well." "Daddy, thank you for the toys, dolls, and cake you bought for me!" "That was for your mother." "Honey, I really like this script. Can I take the role?" Gray remained calm. "Do whatever you want." "In this script, there are some steamy, passionate scenes with another man." "I will always support you, and I won't restrict your freedom." That night, Ada scrambled out of bed. "Gray! You liar! You're just jealous!" The next day, Ada had to stay home to rest because of the intense bedroom activities.

Eighteen-year-old Anne had her first vivid and passionate sex dream. In the midst of its ups and downs, she couldn't make out the other person's face. But when she woke up, she found herself clutching a man's hand tightly. "Brother Arthur?" Twenty-three-year-old Arthur slowly pried her tightly clasped hands away, his face devoid of expression. "Next time you take an afternoon nap, lock your door." Anne was the fiancée of Arthur's younger brother, Austin. A contractual marriage arranged and welcomed by both families from an early age. However, Anne and Arthur had always maintained a secret relationship since then. He loved her body. His touch was cherishing but his heart is cruel. Yet, Arthur was always attempted to sever her engagement with Austin. "Break you engagement with Austin” “Will you marry me?” “I already have a fiancee” Little did Arthur know, Austin was fully aware of their forbidden relationship-and secretly, he, too, had a secret entanglement with Anne.

Delia's first love became her brother-in-law. To avoid a scandal, her family kept setting her up on blind dates. She heard that billionaire Elijah had a popular game called the "Three-Month Lover." In order to escape her family's matchmaking, she entered a three-month contract relationship with the notorious playboy. Delia cautiously asked him, "Why do you want to marry me?" "Delia, you are my destiny." Delia blinked. Elijah leisurely closed the file in his hands and said, "So, to keep things fair, we get married. Now that you're officially Mrs. Johnson, I'll also be the one who stays with you the longest." Delia: "..." That actually sounds absurd. Before meeting Elijah, Delia believed she would never fall in love again. After marrying Elijah, Delia was even more certain she never would.

Shirley had been Lucas' girlfriend since their university days-obedient, well-behaved, sweet, and innocent, always clinging to him like a delicate bird in love. However, no one believed that Shirley and Lucas would have a future together. Lucas came from a prestigious family, born into wealth and privilege. The moment he graduated, he swiftly eliminated his rivals and became the president of The William Family, standing at the pinnacle with a bright future ahead. Meanwhile, Shirley came from a modest background, unfamiliar with the ways of high society. Perhaps the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her in this lifetime was meeting Lucas, who was on an exchange program at their university. Lucas himself never thought they would last forever. But since their relationship had been pleasant over the years, he had no complaints. Just as he signed the check, preparing to break up with her, he unexpectedly stumbled upon an online diary Shirley had been keeping: Day 1 of waiting for Lucas' breakup fee: Hehe, officially his girlfriend now! So happy! ... Day 1674 of waiting for Lucas' breakup fee: Almost five years now. F***, Lucas, you monster, I will kill you. Lucas' face turned dark. Shirley had a strong feeling that Lucas was going to break up with her tonight. She suppressed her excitement, carefully did her makeup, curled her hair, put on her best dress, and wore her usual gentle and understanding smile, waiting to receive her well-earned eight-figure breakup fee. The candlelight from their dinner flickered on Lucas' face. Lucas put down his phone, suppressing his anger. Staring at the gentle, lovely smile in front of him, he suddenly said, "Shirley," "Let's get married."

The entire social circle knew that Anna, the eldest daughter of The Jones family, was a hopeless simp. Back in the day, Albert had married her under family pressure, but even after five years of marriage, he found her so repulsive that he wouldn't spare her a glance. To avoid her, he often stayed out late into the night. On their wedding anniversary, Anna discovered that her scumbag husband was cheating on her. That night, she did the craziest thing she had ever done-she got drunk and slept with a man who had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and devastatingly handsome looks. After a night of passion, Anna casually transferred $500,000 to him as a "tip" and left without looking back. Later, at a banquet, she witnessed the elites and power players of high society fawning over the very man she had slept with, showing him the utmost respect. It was only then that she realized-he was none other than the legendary, untouchable, and fearsome billionaire, the wealthiest man in New York City! Anna instantly knew she had messed with the wrong person. She turned and tried to flee, only to be cornered against the wall by the noble and aloof man. His eyes were tinged with red, his expression full of grievance as he said, "You slept with me, so now you have to take responsibility!" ... Albert had always wanted to rid himself of Anna. However, after their divorce, he gradually realized how irreplaceable she was. It wasn't until he saw her gazing at that billionaire with tenderness and affection that he completely lost his mind. Regret consumed him as he fell to his knees, begging for reconciliation. But before he could get close, the billionaire kicked him away and warned coldly: "If you dare lay a finger on my woman again, I'll make sure your entire Smith family is buried along with you!"

Sunny's father was the driver for the top-tier Stuart family. On the day her father passed away, it was pouring rain when Colin approached her with his deep voice saying, "Come with me." He took her in and protected her for nine years. When Sunny heard that Colin almost had a falling-out with his family for the woman he loved, she understood that he didn't have feelings for her and chose to exit gracefully. However, under the enchanting moonlight, they ended up spending the night together. The next afternoon, she woke up to find Richard, Colin's younger brother, lying beside her. Sunny sincerely suggested, "You seemed to enjoy yourself last night; how about we part ways amicably?" Richard smiled mischievously, "I didn't have enough fun, so we can't part just yet." The man was casually wearing a bath towel around his waist, with droplets of water running down his forehead, tracing the lines of his collarbone, and disappearing into the towel. His natural sensuality was undeniable. He smirked and lazily said, "Be responsible, Sunny." Later, at a banquet, when Sunny felt unwell and left early, Colin rushed to find her. He knocked on the door of the lounge, but inside, Richard had tightly wrapped his arms around Sunny's waist, pressing her against the door, kissing her passionately, and murmuring, "Tell him to leave." Richard was notorious for his reckless behavior. Everyone thought he was just playing games, passing time. Until one day, the social circle was abuzz: Richard had written a love letter to Sunny. The young aristocrats immediately denied it, saying it was impossible, that it had to be fake! How could the notorious playboy of the prestigious family lower himself like that? The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation. Richard lazily smiled and corrected, "I written two letters-one love letter, one marriage proposal."

Mist had been feeling a little... off lately. The moment she saw a man, her cheeks would flush, and her legs would go weak. After much internal struggle and hesitation, she finally decided to deal with this unspeakable physical urge of hers. She debated whether to have a one-night stand-preferably one that could turn into something long-term. But there was a catch: she was only attracted to the most stunning, top-tier men. As luck would have it, an unbelievably gorgeous man was right next door. So, she set her sights on her neighbor- A heartbreakingly handsome yet sharp-tongued heartthrob... with a broken leg. Charles, a well-known socialite recovering in seclusion after an injury, suddenly found himself facing the most peculiar romantic pursuit of his life. His actress neighbor, Mist, was very hands-on in expressing her interest in him. But the funniest part? She neither remembered that he was her brother's best friend nor noticed that his face was plastered all over billboards and magazines. To her, he was just another shameless flirt who would take the bait the moment she dangled it before him. How adorably naive.

Amelia is married, but she doesn't even know it, and her husband turns out to be the richest man! Amelia is a secret illegitimate child, struggling and fighting to survive since childhood. The richest man is a prodigy, born high above. Their statuses are worlds apart, and everyone is waiting for Amelia to be kicked out. But instead, they only receive a post from the richest man, "Wife, I love you so much. Can we not get a divorce? You mean the world to me. I can't live without you." Everyone, The heartthrob billionaire has just temporarily been fooled by this woman. He'll eventually discover that she's just like her gold-digging mother, a shameless woman. What? Amelia is the world-renowned, famous Doctor Amy? The latest post from the heartthrob billionaire, "Wife, I'm proud of you, willing to forever bow down to you. Please feel free to dominate me." Amelia, "???"

Alsa fights against her evil family to save the business her mother left behind. She is busy exposing the true face of her betraying ex-boyfriend and successfully countering the various schemes of her half-sister. The renowned billionaire of the business empire, Vincent, constantly finds reasons to confess his feelings to Alsa, wanting to date and propose to her. "Isn't it said that CEO Vincent has very high standards, even ignoring her beautiful half-sister?" Vincent squints, leaning back on the sofa, his movements relaxed yet elegant. "Baby, call me hubby." Alsa swallows hard, staring at Vincent's perfect face, almost godlike, and his model-like, sexy physique. Vincent, though a heartthrob to many, only loves her. With his long legs, toned waist, and strong chest muscles, he’s practically tempting her, making her want to abandon her duties!

Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell. The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent. It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash. The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again? "For the honor of the family, you leave today." Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.

My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach. Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess. The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings. Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me. To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive. I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger. But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear. "Stay here and don't starve." I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.

Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex. She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating. Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury. "You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out. After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust. In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead? Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.

Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor. When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself. Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets. When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.

Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone. But death? Just her intermission. She woke up in a whole new world-a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down. And her? Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status. But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power. Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer: Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world. Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge. Sounds simple? Think again. A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her-ended up letting her mark him. A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart. A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure. A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark. A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her. They all need her mark. They all want her. And sharing? Not in their vocabulary. Too bad for them- She's not here for love stories. She's here to survive. To climb. To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones. And one day. To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born.

As the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, I was treated worse than a stray dog, while my younger sister Seraphina was their precious princess. When the family needed someone to marry a dying billionaire heir, they naturally chose me to take her place. To force my consent, my brothers held a peanut butter sandwich to my face—knowing it was a lethal allergy—while dangling my EpiPen just out of reach. On speakerphone, my own mother sighed in annoyance. "Let her die. It might be for the best." I choked out an agreement just as my throat closed up. But the forced engagement broke my sacred mystical vow, causing me to violently cough up my own lifeblood. Seeing the blood, Seraphina dramatically fainted. My brothers instantly carried her to the hospital, stepping over my dying body and leaving me to bleed out on the cold marble floor. I had to use a forbidden blood rune, draining my last ounce of strength, just to survive the night. Even the mystical Order I served offered no comfort, calling only to demand I secure ten billion dollars for them or forfeit my soul for eternity. Abandoned by my blood family and my spiritual master, I was completely alone, left with nothing but a broken body and a ticking clock. But they made one fatal mistake: they let me live. I turned to the dying heir they forced me to marry, a man plagued by a dark curse only I could cure. "I will be your wife, and I will save your life," I told him. In exchange, I would use his unimaginable wealth and power to make everyone who threw me away pay the ultimate price.

At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole. When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest. Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike. The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her. He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust. The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage. "He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!" The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon. "By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!" Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away. Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger. When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her. Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster? As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws. "I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos. "I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!"

For three years, Alana acted as the sole tactical brain for the Dawnbreaker squad, keeping them alive despite being labeled a useless "Dud" Conduit. But right before the crucial Ascension Trials, squad leader Cash handed her a corporate sponsorship contract. The condition? She had to become the "private companion" to a greasy corporate heir just so the squad could get high-tier gear. When she refused, the teammates she had bled for unanimously voted to kick her out. "You're just window dressing, a liability." They revoked her safehouse access, burned her belongings, and the academy advisor even tried to force her into a state-sanctioned breeding program. They left her to freeze in the slums, betting she would desperately crawl into the rich man's bed. What they didn't know was that her inability to summon an Eidolon wasn't a lack of talent. Her teammate Dallin had been secretly sabotaging her rituals for years, crippling her potential just to keep her chained as their free tactician. Stripped of everything and pushed to the absolute brink, Alana's despair morphed into a deadly resolve. Using a million-credit black market loan and a forbidden blood matrix, she forcibly anchored an Apex-Tier cosmic wolf disguised as a harmless silver pup. When her ex-squad tried to publicly humiliate her and burn her new "pet" alive in the cafeteria, a flash of silver light severed Dallin's hand instantly. Looking at her screaming former teammates, Alana finally smiled.

Brandi Ratcliff was the most dedicated core disciple of Silver Peak Academy. But the moment Seraphina's magic core showed signs of weakness, the Dean and Brandi's trusted peers cornered her. They demanded she hand over her life-bound Azure Lotus Artifact. "Give it to her, Brandi. It is for the greater good of the academy." In her past life, Brandi naively gave in to their pressure. The result was a brutal betrayal. They forcefully drained her magic circuits dry to transfer the artifact, causing her veins to collapse. She bled out on the cold stone floor, listening to the very people she trusted praise Seraphina's recovery while stepping over her dying body. They dismissed her as a necessary, disposable sacrifice. Until her dying breath, Brandi didn't understand. Why was her absolute loyalty rewarded with a gruesome death? Why did she have to be the sacrificial lamb on their altar just because Seraphina knew how to fake a few tears? Opening her eyes again, the stale, incense-heavy air of the Dean's office filled her lungs. She was back at the exact moment they demanded her artifact. Looking at their hypocritical, greedy faces, Brandi didn't defend herself like the desperate girl she once was. She gripped the lotus and violently severed the soul contract herself, tossing the dead metal onto the desk like garbage. She threw down her elite silver badge right next to it. "I am officially withdrawing from Silver Peak Academy." In this life, she absolutely refused to be their stepping stone.

I was just hiking in Yosemite, but I woke up in a primitive forest with two moons and giant, mutated beasts. Before I could even process the shock, I was attacked by a monstrous saber-toothed tiger, only to be saved by a massive silver wolf who suddenly transformed into a fiercely possessive, completely naked man named Caleb. He claimed me as his own and carried me to his sprawling beast-man tribe. But the moment we arrived, I became the target of vicious ridicule. Jana, the tribe's most fertile female, pointed at my unmarked skin and publicly humiliated me. "She has no mate marks! She's a barren waste, useless for breeding!" Hearing this, the hundreds of beast-men who had just been eyeing me with lust instantly stepped back in disgust. In this twisted, animalistic society, a female's worth was tied entirely to her ability to produce strong cubs. I stood there shivering, terrified and degraded, reduced to nothing but a defective piece of meat. I braced myself for the inevitable, waiting for Caleb to realize my worthlessness and throw me out to be torn apart by the wild. Instead, a terrifying, suffocating aura exploded from his body, bringing the entire tribe to their knees. He swatted the fertile female away in disgust, scooped me into his arms, and turned his back on the camp. "She is my only mate," he declared, his ice-blue eyes promising violence to anyone who dared to look at me.