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Harvey, the lone Martial King who sealed the Demon Cave for ten years, is publicly stripped of rank by Empress Phoenix after she believes the slander. But the seal breaks, and three demon lords escape and butcher the Rosefinch Empire. The Empire pins the blame on Harvey, ruining him and issuing a manhunt. Facing the Empire's collapse, Harvey at first stays out of it. When the Demon Emperor arrives, Harvey's sister, Yvette, is threatened, and Empress Phoenix begs. Harvey answers, returns with thunderous might, routs the demons, and rescues the Rosefinch Empire.

Nine months pregnant, Mia suddenly sees floating comments revealing she's the villainess in a novel—doomed to be abandoned and die with her child. Determined to change fate, she stops revolving around her husband and mother-in-law, using the comments to predict plots and reclaim control. She fights back against her mother-in-law, and makes her husband regret everything—then discovers her child's real father is the powerful man silently protecting her. Mia transforms from despised villainess to true heroine, finding happiness while the original leads pay for their deceit.

On his wedding day, humble stonemason Marcus is dumped by his greedy fiancée after choosing his long-lost parents over wealth. But the "beggars" are actually Egypt's Pharaoh and Queen—and Marcus is the kingdom's long-lost prince.

The heroine of the koi failed to survive and crossed into the body of the Ningyuan Houfu lady who was exiled by the family. On the way to exile, she used her kinko physique and space spells to hollow out the Houfu's treasury and broke up with the cold and selfish Erfang. She took the kind Dafang family on the way to exile, revealing the conspiracy of the Erfang family...

On her wedding day, Chloe is abandoned by her fiancé Liam. As she attempts suicide, bankrupt CEO Julian saves her. A global crash devalues all prices 100 million times—except Chloe's $14,321 savings, making her the world's richest woman. She hides her identity, enters a contract marriage with Julian, secretly uses the Black Gold Chamber to revive his company, and crushes the Vance Consortium and her scumbag ex. After her identity is revealed, the villains fall, and seven years later they renew their proposal on Brooklyn Bridge with their daughter.

After divorcing her indecisive husband, the mysterious writer Dorothy chose to prove herself through her talent — she created her most important work, silenced her jealous sister-in-law, and finally found her true love.

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.

Ever since their parents married, Becca has hated her stepbrother, Samir. For two years, she's blamed him for stealing her family, her home, and the life she lost. But when a brutal heatwave knocks out the AC, they’re trapped alone in a house that’s far too hot—and far too small. As Samir struggles to fix the broken air conditioner, lingering resentment gives way to lingering touches. The line between hate and desire begins to disappear, and Becca must face the one truth. She's spent years denying that the man she's forbidden to want may be the only one she can't resist.

On her wedding day, Lin Man's mother-in-law throws tea in her face. That night, her husband Zhou Zhen slaughters a sheep for a fragrant feast—but forbids Lin Man from eating. Her mother-in-law vanishes. Each time someone upsets Lin Man, Zhou Zhen hosts a sheep meal, and that person vanishes.

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.