Mu Xiaoai

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The Monster He Became

The Monster He Became

5.0

The pills sealed my fate, but death wasn't freedom. My spirit lingered, unseen, tethered to a world where my husband, Ethan, flaunted Jessie – the woman who'd driven me to my grave. Three years of silent purgatory passed. Then, Jessie's ambition required my 'skills,' subtly manipulating Ethan to desperately search for 'me.' Ethan found my brother Mike, and his own mother, Eleanor, a woman I'd rescued. But Jessie's lies-claiming I faked my death-twisted his mind. I watched, helpless, as his rage exploded: he ordered my grave exhumed, shoved Eleanor to her death, then coldly ordered Mike shot. My family annihilated, my grave desecrated-all fueled by a woman's ambition and a man's blind rage. How could a son not recognize his own mother? How could Jessie steal my heroism? The injustice was a silent scream in my ethereal throat. Yet, fragments of truth-a locket, my bones, a seashell-shattered Ethan' s delusion, exposing Jessie' s monstrous deceit and his complicity. Consumed by cold fury, Ethan transformed into an avenger. He plotted a fiery reckoning at his father's abandoned factory, luring them all to a final, cleansing inferno. In that blaze, my tether would finally break.

His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Scientist

His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Scientist

5.0

Charline stole her husband. Charline stole her fortune. And in the pouring rain, Charline staged the performance of a lifetime— "Aaron... she pushed me... all because I asked her to come home..." And the blind fool—her own husband—cradled his mistress in the mud and roared at her: "You psychopath!" Aliana stood at the top of the stairs, rain soaking her dark hair, and she smiled. "Aaron Baker, that is the last time you will ever raise your voice at me." "And you,Charline. Enjoy your stolen life while it lasts—because I am taking everything back." She turned, walked through the rain, and stepped into the armored Maybach waiting for her. Inside sat the most dangerous man in the Watts empire—Clarke Watts. He draped a cashmere towel over her soaked head and dried her hair with his own hands. He handed her a deed: a Level-4 bio-research facility in New Jersey, operating under her name. He handed her a court order: divorce petition and patent injunction, filed and served. "Aaron will burn through his private security trying to harass you," Clarke said, leaning back into the leather, his dark eyes calm as a frozen lake. "My estate is the one square mile in New York he cannot touch." Everyone thought Aliana was a discarded wife, thrown out with nothing. No one knew she held the core patents the Baker family depended on to survive. No one knew her laboratory controlled the key to rewriting the entire industry. And no one—absolutely no one—knew that the most sought-after bachelor in Manhattan had already laid the world at her feet. Charline thought stealing was winning. Aaron thought shouting could bring her back. Felecia thought a few insults could break her. They were all wrong. The day Aliana rises to the top again, every last Baker will fall to their knees before her, sobbing the same pathetic question— "Can we... go back?" Aliana will smile, her eyes utterly still. "No. Because you were never worthy of me."

The Defiant Omega's Revenge On Her Cheating Alpha

The Defiant Omega's Revenge On Her Cheating Alpha

5.0

After seven years of being together, I was finally going to try on my custom wedding dress and become Judd's Luna. But he showed up late to the boutique, reeking of another Omega's sweet gardenia perfume. When I canceled the ceremony, he thought I was just throwing a childish tantrum. He even brought his mistress, Corine, back to the shop and let her put on my six-figure wedding gown. "You look beautiful," Judd told her, looking at me with disappointment. Later, when my grandmother was on her deathbed, I desperately called him, needing my Alpha by my side for our sacred pack duty. "Judd can't come to the phone right now," Corine answered sweetly. My grandmother passed away without him there, and my seven years of devotion were treated like absolute garbage. He thought I was just a docile Omega who couldn't survive without him, assuming I would eventually come begging for his forgiveness. He didn't know I had already dumped hot coffee all over that white dress and slapped him across the face. And he certainly didn't know I had just signed the asset division accord, ready to liquidate every single penny we shared and leave him with nothing.

Lethal Honeymoon

Lethal Honeymoon

5.0

I thought I had married the perfect man and stepped into a dream life in a Manhattan penthouse. But on our wedding night, after a single sip of wine my husband Caleb insisted I drink, I blacked out. When I woke up, I found a tiny, fresh needle puncture mark on my arm. I secretly installed hidden cameras and captured the horrifying truth. Caleb was drugging my wine and letting a strange man into our bedroom to drain my blood while I was unconscious. My health rapidly deteriorated into severe anemia. When I went to a neutral hospital for a checkup, the doctor revealed an even more absurd truth. "Ms. Emerson, medically speaking, there are no indications of sexual intercourse. You are still a virgin." Despite being married for weeks, my husband had never even touched me. I didn't understand. If he didn't want a real marriage, why marry me? What was the purpose of draining my blood every week? And why did I catch that very same hospital doctor secretly meeting with my husband and a mysterious blonde woman who hissed about "leaving no trace"? What kind of sick, twisted conspiracy had I been dragged into? Looking at my pale, ghost-like reflection in the mirror, a cold certainty settled in my heart. Since my perfect marriage was just a bloody transaction, I was going to expose every last lie and burn their world to the ground.

My Fated Alpha Rejected Me, So I Chose His Rival

My Fated Alpha Rejected Me, So I Chose His Rival

5.0

My Alpha mate and I survived a deadly rogue attack years ago. He held my bleeding body and swore to the moon that I would be his only Luna. But today, his cold voice echoed through the pack mind-link, officially announcing his mating ceremony with another high-ranking woman. When I returned to the pack manor, his mother humiliated me by using her aura to press my Omega nature into the floor. His new fiancée mocked my low status and flaunted her custom-made diamond ring—the very ring I had designed for my own coronation. To keep me around as a hidden pet, Kael even arranged for me to marry a cheap, low-ranking lookalike of himself. When I resisted, he used his Alpha Command to crush my shoulders, warning me not to ruin his pack's reputation. I didn't understand why the man who once loved me could throw me away like garbage. It wasn't until I accidentally found his diary that I learned his dying mother had used a forbidden blood oath to force his betrayal. She traded her life for mine, and Kael chose his political duty over my soul, playing god with my life and expecting me to quietly bear the agony. My heart completely died. I threw his moonstone ring into the mud, leaving him on his knees desperately digging in the rain. Then, I calmly called the rival Nightfall Alpha. "Meet me at the Priestess temple tomorrow. We are severing the bond."

Fake Marriage To The Undercover Boss

Fake Marriage To The Undercover Boss

5.0

Emaline Finley was drowning in massive debt to keep her dying father alive, even enduring a humiliating blind date with an arrogant man just to find a financial lifeline. But the fatal blow came from her former best friend, Kitty. Kitty, who was already engaged to Emaline's ex-boyfriend, deliberately told Emaline's father that his expensive treatments were bleeding his daughter dry. Out of extreme guilt, her father threw away his life-saving medication and checked himself out of the hospital to die at home. When Emaline found him, he was coughing up pools of bright red blood, his lungs rapidly collapsing. As the paramedics rushed him away, Kitty called to gloat, mocking Emaline's poverty and telling her to go watch her father die. Emaline was completely shattered, suffocating under the sheer injustice of it all. She had been betrayed, stripped of her dignity, and was now forced to watch her only parent slip away because of a cruel, spiteful lie. Just as her world went dark, a wildly wealthy stranger stepped in. Cullen Preston, the mysterious man who had witnessed her humiliating date, paid the astronomical medical bills and brought in the city's top surgeon to pull her father back from death. But his salvation wasn't charity. "Consider it a dowry." He bought her father's life, and in exchange, he demanded Emaline as his wife.

Bound By Lies: Marrying The Strict Colonel

Bound By Lies: Marrying The Strict Colonel

5.0

I borrowed my wealthy best friend's identity to seduce Colonel Ethan Christensen. He was the powerful uncle of my ex-boyfriend, Kayden, who had brutally dumped me for a rich heiress. My revenge plan worked too well. Ethan fell deeply in love with my fake persona and proposed. But then he handed me a thick envelope: a top-secret military background check requiring fingerprints and ten years of history. My fake identity was about to be shattered. I faced federal fraud charges and prison time. More than that, the guilt was eating me alive. Ethan wasn't a pawn; he was a genuinely honorable man who promised to protect me. Terrified and exhausted by the lies, I typed out a full confession, ready to tell him everything and walk away. But right before I hit send, Kayden's new fiancée called to gloat about their engagement. Through the phone, I heard Kayden's voice, lazily mocking my low status. "Tell her to stay home. Tell her to find someone on her own level in the gutter." The rage burned away all my guilt. Why should I be the bigger person while they destroyed my life without a second thought? I deleted the confession and called my friend to hire a black-market hacker. I needed a flawless, forged background in forty-eight hours. I am going to marry Ethan Christensen, and I am going to smile when Kayden is forced to call me "Aunt."

Mated To My Dead Husband's Twin

Mated To My Dead Husband's Twin

5.0

I thought marrying into the Barrett dynasty would be my fairy tale, but my wedding day felt more like a business merger. My husband, Jarret, didn't even look at me as he checked his watch at the altar, treating our marriage like a political chore. Two months later, the world shattered when Jarret's diplomatic convoy was bombed. The news reported him dead, with his twin brother Jayden as the sole survivor. When "Jayden" returned to the estate limping on a cane, the house became a tomb. My mother-in-law and our cousin Cristine immediately moved to freeze my bank accounts and strip me of my rights, calling me a "greedy climber." I was a widow in a house of wolves, but the real nightmare started when I saw "Jayden" drop his cane and passionately kiss Jarret's mistress in the dark. I crept to the study and heard the bone-chilling truth: Jarret wasn't the one who died. He had murdered his own brother in the blast to steal his identity and become a "surviving hero." Even worse, he was already planning my "accidental" overdose once I signed over the family trust. My blood ran cold as I realized the gentle, calloused hands that touched me on my wedding night hadn't belonged to my husband at all. I had fallen in love with Jayden, the man Jarret had just vaporized for a promotion. I tried to escape, but they caught me and forced a sedative into my arm. When I woke up, the family doctor was standing over me with a predatory smile. "Congratulations, Elise. You're ten weeks pregnant." Jarret leaned over my bed, his eyes cold and victorious. They aren't going to kill me anymore. They've turned me into an incubator for an heir, trapped in a golden cage with the monster who murdered the father of my child.

Discarded Wife: The Shadow Strategist Returns

Discarded Wife: The Shadow Strategist Returns

3.7

I stood in the center of the ballroom, watching my husband accept credit for the massacre I had meticulously planned. To the underworld, Craig Snyder was the King, a strategic genius who had crippled the Russian mafia. To me, he was the man who had just re-gifted my anniversary present—a Patek Philippe watch—to match the diamond bracelet dangling from his mistress’s wrist. The Senator’s daughter, Chanel, laughed at a joke only he could hear, wearing a red dress and a look of naive adoration that used to be mine. When I confronted him, expecting an apology, Craig didn't just dismiss me. He slapped me across the face in front of the city's elite, the sound echoing like a gunshot. He yanked the wedding ring off my finger, drawing blood, and placed it into Chanel’s palm, calling me a hysterical, barren relic. Later, I found the forged documents. He had signed my name to transfer every asset we built together into his sole possession, leaving me with nothing but a hush-money check. He thought I was just a scorned wife. He forgot that I was the architect of his empire. So, I drove my car off a bridge. I let the world believe I was dead. I let him mourn the woman he destroyed while I watched from the shadows, erasing his existence from my accounts. Six months later, at the Global Crime Summit, Craig stood up with a diamond ring, ready to beg my memory for forgiveness. But the doors opened, and I didn't walk in alone. I walked onto the stage holding the hand of his deadliest rival, Felix Tyson. I wasn't there to take him back. I was there to take his kingdom.

My Mafia Husband's Deadly Secret

My Mafia Husband's Deadly Secret

5.0

For years, I was the perfect, quiet wife to Dante Moretti, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. I mistook his lavish gifts for affection and his cold protection for care. The ninety-ninth time I asked for a divorce, he laughed. An hour later, his mistress, Isabella, called him. "Get out," he ordered, leaving me on a dark street corner in the pouring rain so he could rush to her side. As I watched his armored car vanish, I finally understood the truth. Our marriage was a transaction, a pact made to settle my father's debts. I was just a placeholder, a substitute living a life designed for Isabella. Every gift, every gesture, was an echo of her tastes. He never saw me. To him, I wasn't his wife; I was a possession. An obligation he could discard at will. He thought I was too weak, too dependent to ever fight back. He believed I couldn't survive without him. He thought I would just run and hide. He was wrong. You don't escape a man like Dante Moretti. He would hunt you to the ends of the earth, not out of love, but out of pride. To break a pact with a Don, you can't just run. You have to be prepared for war. And standing there, drenched and abandoned, I made a new vow: I wouldn't just leave him. I would burn his entire world to ash.

Beyond Repair: A New Beginning

Beyond Repair: A New Beginning

5.0

The system overload alarm shrieked, sparks flying, monitors flickering. My own algorithm, my miracle cure, was dying, and it was taking me with it. Liam Thorne, facing me, declared, "Bring her back, Ava! You said your algorithm could heal anything!" His face a mask of cold fury over his lost love, Chloe. "It can fix systems, Liam, not resurrect data that's been corrupted for a year!" I cried, tears streaming, a sharp pain shooting through my chest. His voice, a low growl devoid of warmth, accused, "You ruined everything. If it weren't for you, Chloe would have finished her AI, and we would have built an empire. You owe me this." He' d forced me to push my healing algorithm past its limits for a ghost project of Chloe' s, a project she had sabotaged out of jealousy due to an archaic Thorne family tradition: whoever fixed Liam's paralyzed system had to marry him. I had fixed it, naive, desperate for validation, eager to prove my genius. It became my prison. The final alarm blared, screens went black, and darkness consumed me as the pain in my chest exploded. Then, I gasped. My eyes shot open. I wasn' t in my lab. I was in a lavish room, all white leather and chrome, sunlight streaming through a floor-to-ceiling window. Liam Thorne sat in a high-tech wheelchair, younger, but still etched with frustration. I knew this day. This was the day it all began. The day the Thorne family brought me here, the brilliant reclusive tech genius, to fix Liam\'s critically damaged mobility system. In my past life, I would have felt a thrill of challenge. This time, I looked at Liam, the man who would watch me die without remorse, and a faint, knowing smile touched my lips. "Your system is beyond repair," I stated, my voice clear and steady.

An Atonement of Love

An Atonement of Love

5.0

My world shattered the day Liam Sterling, the man I'd loved since childhood, turned into my fiercest accuser. His father, my beloved mentor, was dead, and Liam, blinded by grief, believed my own innocent father was a criminal, the cause of his despair. He looked at me, not with love, but with chilling hatred. He threw the engagement ring—our symbol of forever—onto the marble floor, its clatter echoing the definitive punctuation mark on our shared history. He cast me out, suffering from bone cancer I hadn't revealed, believing it yet another one of my family's lies. Now homeless and destitute, my father, falsely imprisoned for embezzlement, suffered a heart attack behind bars. Liam, despite my desperate pleas, denied him bail, sealing his fate. Soon after, the brutal news came: my father died in prison. The cruelty escalated. Liam paraded me at a gala, forcing a grotesque performance of the dutiful fiancée, only to publicly destroy a cherished gift—my bronzed ballet slippers—a relic of my mother and my dreams. When I begged him to believe my terminal diagnosis, he scoffed, accusing me of faking illness. Then his assistant, Chloe Davis, fabricated a monstrous lie: a miscarriage, claiming I was responsible. Liam believed her, swearing vengeance on me for killing a child that never existed. How could he be so blind? How could the man who promised to protect me become this cruel stranger, actively destroying my life? I was accused of harassment and threats, my cancer dismissed as an elaborate trick, and finally, condemned to a psychiatric facility. My mother, consumed by grief and shock over my father's death and my arrest, died shortly after. Alone, broken, and dying, I found myself trapped, unable to prove my innocence, questioning if the love we shared was ever real. But deep down, a flicker of defiance remained—a silent promise that the truth, however brutal, would eventually surface.

My Wife, The Murderer

My Wife, The Murderer

5.0

My life was perfect, or so I thought. I was Ethan, a former architect, now a devoted stay-at-home dad, happily supporting my ambitious wife, Nicole, a rising city councilwoman, as she chased her mayoral dreams. Our beautiful daughter, Lily, was celebrating her sixth birthday at what was deceptively also a high-stakes political fundraiser in the dream home I designed. Then, the world shattered. A deafening explosion ripped through our home, and in an instant, the smoke and flames consumed everything, including my little Lily. Days later, I woke up in a hospital, horrifically burned, only to hear Nicole, my wife, coldly order the surgeon to perform a vasectomy during my skin graft surgery, not for medical reasons, but to ensure "my real son, Caleb" was the sole heir. As I lay there, paralyzed and helpless, slipping in and out of consciousness, I overheard the monstrous truth. Nicole hadn't just allowed Lily to die; she meticulously planned the "gas leak" explosion with a hitman. Our daughter, her own child, was a "political liability," an "obstacle" to Caleb's inheritance. Lily was merely a "tragic story" to secure her election. My physical pain was a dull ache compared to the pure, hellish agony ripping through my soul. How could the woman I loved, the mother of my child, be such a cold-blooded monster? What kind of twisted ambition sacrifices an innocent life for power? But my shattered world was not the end; it was the beginning. In the silent, agonizing nights, the architect's mind that built structures began to deconstruct, to plan, to plot. I swallowed my screams, feigned unconsciousness, and made a silent vow: she had taken everything from me, and now, I would take everything from her. Justice for Lily, no matter the cost.

The Bride Who Rose from Ashes

The Bride Who Rose from Ashes

5.0

Days before my picture-perfect wedding to Kevin Davenport, a man as beloved in our tight-knit town as his prominent family, my life stretched before me, an unblemished canvas. But a late-night stroll turned into a nightmare when I was savagely attacked, leaving me battered, disfigured, and my future hanging by a thread. Waking in the sterile hospital room, amidst the beeping machines, the true horror unfolded: my own father and brother, the very men who vowed to protect me, were the architects of my suffering. I overheard them celebrating, their voices chillingly calm, about how my "unfortunate accident" cleared the path for Dad's ambitious intern, Jessica Evans, to become a Davenport in my stead. They deliberately stalled my reconstructive surgery, allowing my severe injuries to worsen, while simultaneously unleashing a venomous smear campaign across social media, painting me as the villain. And then came the doctor's quiet confession: the brutal assault and subsequent neglect meant I might never be able to have children. The ultimate blow landed when Jessica herself glided into my room in my wedding dress, her triumphant smile twisting as she leaned in to whisper that she'd paid the attackers extra to ensure my visible "unforgettable" disfigurement. My father and brother watched, their faces hard with approval, ready to silence my pain. How could the family I loved, the people who should have protected me, orchestrate such a monstrous betrayal, sacrificing my body, my future, and my very identity for their ambition? The physical agony paled in comparison to the searing rage and profound despair that ignited within me, consuming every last shred of my old life. They thought they had broken me irrevocably, that I was a defeated, silenced doll in their cruel game. But as they celebrated their victory, I reached for a hidden burner phone, dialing the number of a woman they had underestimated for years: my formidable, estranged mother, Eleanor Vance, a corporate lawyer in New York. Let them think I was sedated and compliant. My real fight had just begun.

$My Stolen Life: The Billionaire\'s Revenge$

My Stolen Life: The Billionaire\'s Revenge

5.0

The black SUV pulled up to my childhood D.C. estate after ten years away. I stepped out, expecting a quiet, perhaps strained, family dinner. Instead, a lavish party was in full swing, music and laughter spilling from the open doors. Then I saw her: my cousin, Chloe, wearing my dress, laughing with Julian Vance-my fiancé from a decade ago. My research. My fellowship. She was claiming it all as her own, right in front of me. Just as confusion ripped through me, my mother, Eleanor, appeared, her face hardening into an icy mask. "Ava," she said, her voice a chilling whisper. "What are you doing here?" Before I could demand an explanation, she cut me off, announcing Chloe' s engagement and achievements as if I didn't exist. When I protested, claiming my stolen life, my own mother publicly declared me "unwell" and "confused," a danger under medical care. My father, David, stood silent, then sided with her, allowing security to drag me away and lock me in a secluded wing of my own home. Betrayal ripped through me, a suffocating blanket of disbelief. How could my family do this? Erase me, steal my entire existence, and frame me as insane? But then, my father returned, a tray with sedatives in hand, and a flicker in his eyes-a silent warning, a hidden promise. This wasn't abandonment. This was a staged escape. I took the pills, publicly "dying" as Ava, knowing I was about to be reborn.

From scapegoat to king

From scapegoat to king

5.0

My world revolved around Brittany, so when her ex-boyfriend Chad messed up, I sacrificed everything, even my reputation, to take the fall for his hit-and-run. Then came the call that fractured my reality: Brittany was pregnant, but she wanted to tell the world the baby was Chad's, and for his career, she wanted me to agree to a horrifying abortion. I watched, numb and helpless, as she openly embraced Chad, planning a fake future with our unborn child while orchestrating my public humiliation, costing me my job and turning me into a national pariah. I endured public assaults and relentless smears, branded a "cowardly drunk driver" and an "unstable stalker," while the woman I loved actively helped destroy everything I had. How could the woman I'd built my simple life around so cruelly extinguish our future, betray our child, and conspire with the very man I covered for, all to ensure my utter ruin? The love I clung to turned to ash, leaving me stripped bare of everything I knew, an empty shell staring at the indifferent Austin sky. But reaching the absolute bottom ignited a forgotten flame. With nothing left to lose, I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years, summoning Scarlett, the fierce heiress to a vast Texas oil fortune, ready to unleash the sleeping giant of my family's power. It was time for the Walkers to remind everyone exactly who they were.

Fail To Resist Your Temptation

Fail To Resist Your Temptation

4.6

Completely drunk, she entered the wrong room. Since then, her life had changed drastically. He helped her avenge herself. Not only did he fight back the shame and humiliation thrown at her by her stepmother, but he also protected her from her stepsister’s dirty tricks. "Sign this contract and be my wife. I'll give you the whole world," he promised. But promises were made to be broken. When the contract was due, he didn't allow her to leave. "You stole my heart. How could I set you free?" No matter where she went, she couldn't escape from his hands and his heart.

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One Girl, A Pack Of Beasts

One Girl, A Pack Of Beasts

4.9

Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power.

Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King

Rejected Bride: Married To The Dragon King

Catlaina Sloggett

4.5

I knelt on the cold stone of the Dragon God Altar, waiting to marry Lord Harper Carney. It was my only chance to escape the gilded cage of my family. But when Harper finally arrived, he wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped tightly around my cousin, Hettie. Right in front of the entire court, he coldly announced that our marriage was a mistake. Hettie leaned into his embrace, wearing a triumphant smile while playing the innocent victim. The assembled nobles openly jeered at me. They mocked my greatest failing—that I was a worthless "Dragonless" born without the inner fire. My own father was furious, not at them, but at me. He demanded I go to Hettie's estate and beg for her forgiveness. When I refused, he threatened to cut off all my funds and revoke my only job at the Royal Scribes' Office. I was publicly abandoned, stripped of my dignity, and left with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry, and I didn't scream. Why should I be the one to apologize when they were the ones who betrayed me? For years, I had endured their abuse, treated like a pawn to be sacrificed at will. But looking at their smug faces, my despair turned into cold resolve. I took off my betrothal coronet and dropped it at Harper's feet, publicly nullifying the contract myself. I thought I would have to face the ruin alone, until a mysterious, powerful man with burning golden eyes stepped out of the shadows. "Marry me," he said. "I will be your shield, and we will crush them together."

Rejected by My Family, Claimed by the Galactic Commander

Rejected by My Family, Claimed by the Galactic Commander

4.5

I woke up to the stench of rust and rotting flesh, no longer a master botanist who commanded life itself, but a D-class exile dumped on a wasteland planet. Memories that weren't mine flooded in. I was framed by my stepsister, betrayed by my fiancé, and banished by my own family to the Ashfall Peninsula to die. The original girl actually starved to death in despair. The moment I opened my eyes, a scavenger tried to smash my skull with a rusty pipe just to eat me. After I killed him to survive, I discovered a harsher truth: in this universe, plant seeds are classified as A-level strategic resources, completely monopolized by the Imperium. But the universe had a sick sense of humor. A mandatory background scan suddenly triggered a galactic broadcast: I, the exiled trash, was a perfect genetic match for the Imperium's top war hero, General Alexander Orr. The family that ruthlessly erased my existence instantly saw me as a golden ticket. My cheating ex-fiancé was dispatched to drag me back, furious that his "property" was matched with someone else. They all thought I was still that weak, naive girl they could manipulate. But as I held the pure, glowing Life Source Crystals I had secretly extracted from the scrap heap, a cold smile crept onto my face. "I didn't come here to die. I came here to build an empire." I turned my back on the galactic broadcast and stepped into the deadly wilderness.

Enchantress System: Five Beasts, One Goddess

Enchantress System: Five Beasts, One Goddess

Silvershade Riven

5.0

After dying from overwork, Rena woke in a werecreature world as its weakest female. Instead of accepting a pampered life, she chose battle and bonded with the Enchantress System, which rewarded her for winning males' favor. Soon, she was matched with five elite males: a stoic commander, a gentle healer, a cunning tycoon, an aloof scientist, and an underworld king. But while others chased romance, Rena built an empire and rose from F-rank weakling to SSS-rank war goddess. Then the males she was meant to charm started chasing her instead. "So, what are we to you?" they asked eagerly. Rena shrugged. "Just friends, babes."

Apocalypse: Rebirth With An Infinite Storage System

Apocalypse: Rebirth With An Infinite Storage System

4.7

In the final days before the world collapsed, Ivy Brooks died... betrayed by the very people she trusted most. She had fought, struggled, and sacrificed everything just to survive the apocalypse only to be pushed into death along with her three daughters at the very end by her own husband. With her last breath, Ivy made a vow. If she could turn back time...she would never be weak again and of course protect her daughters. This time, she would stand at the top. When Ivy opened her eyes, she found herself back in time with her still rounded belly of her third baby.... Twenty days before the apocalypse. Armed with memories of the future and a mysterious system in her mind, Ivy moved without hesitation. She hoarded supplies, secured weapons, and took control of every resource she could get her hands on. While others laughed, doubted, and wasted time... Ivy was building her empire along with her daughters. In this life, she would not be prey but will be an hunter. With danger closing in and only twenty days to prepare, Ivy must outplay enemies both old and new, uncover the truth behind the system, and carve out her own kingdom in a collapsing world. Because this time...she wasn't just going to survive the apocalypse. She was going to rule it along with a man, a love interest from the past before her marriage collapse. He provided everything Ivy needed. Money especially in change of a marriage with her and when the apocalypse started too....he ruled it with her as well as her daughters.

His Unwanted fiancée, The Rival's Queen

His Unwanted fiancée, The Rival's Queen

5.0

I spent seven years building Apex Dynamics from the ground up, working seventy-hour weeks and writing code until my retinas burned, all for my fiancé, Celestino. But when I brought him the core algorithm that would secure his ten-billion-dollar valuation, I found his office door ajar. Inside, our newly appointed VP, Felisha, was draped across his lap, their scents tangled in an obscene display of biological compatibility. "Marrying her is an obligation," Celestino told her, stroking her hair with a tenderness I had never received. "Without her grind, Apex wouldn't have reached this valuation. I owe her a decent exit, but my core mate, my only true equal, has always been you." He then handed my life's work to his mistress, firing my loyal assistant and using his Alpha pressure to force her to her knees when she dared to defend me. Seven years of my youth, my intellect, and my loyalty were reduced to a handout of pity. He actually thought I would crawl back in tears, begging for his approval while he paraded his new "true equal" around the office. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I shredded the algorithms, left my three-carat engagement ring on his assistant's keyboard, and walked out. I accepted a CEO position at his fiercest rival, ScentNova. He has no idea the codebase he stole is a landmine without my encryption keys, and I am going to make sure he chokes on every single byte.

Addicted to Her: One Night with My Alpha Boss

Addicted to Her: One Night with My Alpha Boss

5.0

"Do you take me for an escort? Or a casual pheromone dispenser?" Quinn Sterling had made the biggest mistake of her life. Climbing into the wrong car was bad enough. Tearing open the bespoke shirt of her ice-cold CEO and triggering his untamed Alpha rut was catastrophic. She thought Winston would demand a non-disclosure agreement. Instead, Manhattan's most terrifying luxury titan handed her a marriage proposal. "Kensington family honor dictates that I do not abandon a mate carrying my scent. I will take full responsibility for you." As an illegitimate daughter battling a betrayal from a two-timing fiancé, Quinn has no desire to play Cinderella in the billionaire's high-society world. She rejects him, draws the line, and dives back into her designs. But Winston Kensington doesn't take 'no' for an answer. When her ex comes crawling back, and corporate rivals circle in the dark, the ruthless CEO steps out of the shadows. "Touch her," Winston growls, his icy aura suffocating the entire room, "and you answer to me."

Mated To My Ex's Dead Brother

Mated To My Ex's Dead Brother

5.0

My engagement to Kile, the heir of House Golden, was witnessed by the Duke himself. I thought my days as a helpless orphan were over. But right before our wedding, he coldly informed me that my status was being revoked. I was to enter his family as a lesser consort. The title of primary wife was being given to his lover, Journey. She hid behind Kile, wearing a spotless white dress and trembling like a fragile lotus. "Cassie, please don't blame him, I can live without a title," she cried, playing the perfect victim. Kile shielded her, glaring at me with pure disgust, shouting that I was being completely unreasonable. The next day, the entire Elder Council cornered me in their grand hall. They told me that as a "Dragonless" nobody, I should be immensely grateful for any scrap they threw my way. They all stared at me, waiting for me to swallow my pride and accept a lifetime of humiliation. They thought I was entirely broken. They thought I had no backing and no choice but to bow down to their cruelty. Instead, I looked straight at the Chief Elder and smiled. "I refuse to be a lesser consort," I announced clearly, watching Kile's smug expression freeze. "But to preserve our families' dignity, I will fulfill the contract." I looked right into Kile's shocked eyes. "I will marry your dead older brother, Lord Ayden."

The Defective Omega's Six Perfect Alphas

The Defective Omega's Six Perfect Alphas

5.0

On my eighteenth birthday, I expected the Federal Matchmaking Bureau to give me the same answer it always had. No Match Found. For years, I had survived as the Greer family's defective male Omega-an embarrassment with no detectable pheromones, no beast-mark potential, and no chance of producing the powerful Alpha heir my father wanted. A failed test meant freedom. It would unlock my late mother's fortune and let me disappear for good. Then the machine demanded a blood sample. The next second, the entire Bureau went into lockdown. Duncan Cain, the Empire's youngest war general. Hollis Beaumont, the crown prince of our enemy empire. A pirate lord, a king, the Alliance's chief diplomat... Six of the most powerful Alphas in the galaxy. All matched to me at 100%. My father, who had treated me like a worthless stray for eighteen years, suddenly seized my arm with greedy eyes. "Ansel, you're going to make this family untouchable." My stepsister watched in horror as the Bureau declared me a Shared Treasure of Humanity. Armed guards surrounded me. The Empire decided my body, my future, and six Alpha suitors all belonged to them now. They had no idea I was never the weak, obedient Omega they thought I was. I was an ace mech pilot, the secret heir to a fortune large enough to buy my freedom, and I had spent years preparing one perfect escape. So while my father dreamed of selling me to the highest bidder, I opened my terminal and sent a single encrypted message. They thought they had trapped a helpless Omega. Instead, they had just started my contingency plan.

The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

5.0

I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a despised, "Dragonless" noble daughter. Before I could even process my new reality, I was dragged out of bed and shoved into a plain black carriage, sent off as a disposable pawn to marry a crippled, violent prince. My half-sister, glittering in dragon scales, mocked me publicly, boasting that she was now free to marry my former crush. My father had abandoned me to a certain death. When I arrived at the grim palace, the prince's guards blocked the gates. He refused to even see his new bride, leaving me to freeze outside. I was a family joke, discarded by my own bloodline and left to die at a stranger's door. I didn't understand why this girl was treated worse than dirt, or why I, a top modern surgeon, had to suffer for their sick political games. I refused to let my life end as collateral damage in a world that deemed me worthless. Just as my vision blurred, a familiar blue screen flickered to life in my mind—my medical system. I looked at the hostile guards, my voice ringing clear in the empty courtyard. "Go tell your prince that I am not here to marry him. I am here to cure his poison." This time, I would carve out my own survival.