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For eighteen years, Madisyn thought she was a Chapman, until the real heiress Jenna returned and she was framed and thrown out. Her real father Glenn found her. Back home she got ten million from her mother, a bracelet from Dane, and a video call from Waylon. But her return sparked war. Adopted sister Kristine schemed, ex-fiancé Gilbert left for Jenna, and competitor Josie fled with her team and formulas to destroy Natural Beauty. Madisyn never flinched. A business prodigy, dark-web designer Sierra, and world-class dancer Madi, she tore down every lie. Andrew, the heir who'd planned to marry her, stood behind her.

On my ninety-ninth rebirth, I stopped fighting with the real heiress, Lily Hart. I accepted every false accusation she threw at me and let my relationships with my two childhood friends fall apart. I told myself it was fine. At least Wayne Fall was still on my side. That lasted until Lily's birthday gala, when her gown suddenly slipped and nearly left her exposed in front of everyone. Wayne pulled her into his arms and, for the first time, turned his anger on me. "Do you even remember who you are? You're not a Hart by blood. What makes you think you can compete with Lily?" What he didn't know was that every time I tried to expose Lily, everyone I cared about died in horrifying ways. In the first life, my childhood friend, Adrian Cole, was crushed beneath a freight truck, his skull shattered. In the second, my cousin, Ryan Hayes, fell from a skyscraper and was torn apart on impact. In the third, my fiancé, Wayne, was trapped in a blazing fire and burned alive... Adrian and Ryan threw me into the estate's artificial lake. I couldn't swim. Water flooded my lungs until tears streamed down my face, but no matter how desperately I begged for help, neither of them reacted. By the time my consciousness finally faded away, someone dragged me out of the water. Then I heard them talking. "Looks like she's finally learned her lesson. At least you won't have to keep hypnotizing her anymore, Wayne. I was starting to worry all those pills would fry her brain." "There'll definitely be some cognitive damage... But we didn't have a choice. Lily's the Harts' real daughter. If she refused to give in, she'd end up being pushed out of the family sooner or later." So, the countless "rebirths" I'd experienced were nothing more than an illusion. I'd simply been hypnotized. But I never needed to cling to a place in the Hart family. I had a family of my own too

A family has been searching for their missing wife and daughter for years. Unknowingly, the missing daughter and her amnesiac mother work as maids in that very household, constantly bullied by a fake heiress who steals money, frames them, and forces the daughter to donate her liver to the family patriarch. When the truth finally comes out, the villains are punished, and the family is reunited after years of suffering.

Betrayed by her sister, Elizabeth weds Darcy, a half-elf scorned as magicless—secretly the grand sage. When demons breach the city and Elizabeth fights for his necklace, Darcy appears on an ancient dragon. He unleashes power to save his wife and crush his foes. The scorned princess becomes Elf Queen, ruling with the Grand Sage to guard the realm.

Claire, the true heiress switched at birth, finally returns to her wealthy family—only to be rejected in favor of their adopted daughter. Even her husband, Samuel Green, betrays her, leaving her infertile after ninety-nine procedures meant to avenge the fake heiress.After taking her own life, Claire is reborn on the day her family first comes for her. This time, she walks away without hesitation.But Samuel has been reborn, too.As the truth comes out and everyone who hurt her begs for forgiveness, Claire refuses to look back. This life, she chooses herself—and the man who truly loves her.

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.

After being used and abandoned by the Jian family, fake heiress Irene dies with regret. Reborn on the day the real heiress returns, she leaves without looking back. The Jian family mocks her, but when they face bankruptcy, they discover Irene is the hidden mastermind behind Dome Group. Her “poor” family is actually a powerful mafia clan, and the stranger she saved is a top heir. Everyone around her hides a shocking identity.

Rescuing her discarded son from a dumpster in the rain, Anna plots 18 years. She molds him into a Wall Street titan, spoiling her ex's bastard daughter. Anna leaves them a bankrupt shell. The villains flaunt it at a summit for a billionaire match. Mother and son strike, slamming down a $30B debt bill to send them all to prison!

After real‑birth daughter Chloe is taken back by her wealthy biological parents, her pregnancy comes to light. Vanessa, the fake‑birth daughter, manipulates the family into forcing her to abort her unborn child. The child’s biological father is Dominic, the heir of a mafia family. Chloe pretends to give in and seizes the chance to flee, only to be captured again. At the engagement banquet, Dominic rescues her and presents evidence to expose Vanessa’s schemes.

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.