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The day before our wedding, my fiancé, Alexander Carter, died in a horrific car accident. Everyone thought I would collapse, that I would lose my mind with grief. But I didn’t. I neither cried nor made a scene. Five years later, in a top-tier luxury hotel in Manhattan, that man “came back from the dead.” He was openly fucking my stepsister, Marjorie. Shirtless and brazen, he pinned her against a chaise longue in the middle of an open party, forcing her legs apart and driving into her without restraint. Her shrill moans cut through the room. A heap of used condoms on the floor made it clear they’d been at it for a long time. When he noticed me standing alone, he didn’t stop. He thrust harder, drawing even louder cries from her, then looked at me with a smug smile. “So you’re my fiancée?” he said arrogantly. “You waited five years for me?” He sneered. “How desperate can you be? That kind of obsession is creepy. Still, since you love me so much, I’ll be generous. I can keep you as my mistress. But the title of Mrs. Carter belongs to Marjorie. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are hers. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I’ll come to you. Be grateful.” I smiled. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.” What Alexander didn’t know was that the night of his car accident, I received a video. What he didn’t know was that while he and Marjorie spent five carefree years in Europe, I had already married—and had a four-year-old daughter. And my husband was his uncle, the true power behind the Carter family.

My husband said I was too conservative. He said he felt no physical desire for me. The very next day, he sent me to a Perfect Wife Training Program. He said I needed to “free my nature” and learn how to serve a man. I was stripped naked and put on display. “A wife who doesn’t know how to please her husband?” “Your husband paid a fortune to send you here. We’ll make sure he gets his money’s worth.” On the day they announced my “final inspection,” my husband watched as I performed for different men. He completely lost control. I licked the scars on my own body and smiled sweetly. “Honey, thanks to your careful guidance, I’ve finally become a qualified wife.” “The men I served were in heaven.” “Do you like me now?” He pulled me into his arms and broke down, sobbing.

On New Year’s Eve Eve, I took two men to the Los Angeles Marriage License Bureau. I held a divorce paper from my current husband and a remarriage application with my ex. The two men fought over me, yet they never truly saw me. I once loved them with all my heart, but now I have no strength left to love. I am dying. For me, it makes no difference who I marry in the end.

I married into the Harper family together with my best friend. Me to the the older brother, the fire captain, and her the younger brother, a famous surgeon. On our wedding anniversary, I found myself trapped, locked in a room by my husband's first love. Then, chaos erupted upstairs. Flames tore through the house. Seven months pregnant, I was alone, trapped, with no one coming to save me. Smoke choked me, searing my lungs, making every breath a struggle. Trembling, I dialed my husband, praying for help. His voice, impatient and cold, cut through the panic: "Stop making a scene. False alarms are a crime! Megan’s cat is in danger too! I gotta go save an actual life!" In the end, it was my best friend, Leah, who smashed open the door and saved me. Leah, frantic, called her husband, begging him to come over and treat me. But only icy indifference came from the other end. "Megan's cat injured its tail. As a doctor, I have a responsibility to treat it. Leah, can't you two be more gracious? Stop making a fuss over us doing our jobs and have some respect for yourselves." That day, I lost my child. Watching the doctor carry out what had been my baby, fully formed, I felt my soul shatter. "Leah, I want a divorce." Leah hugged me tightly. "If you get a divorce, I'll leave too. Those two pieces of human garbage aren't worth a drop of our tears.” That night, the Harper brothers received the divorce agreements, and panic set in.

I chose immortality. She chose love. Clara shattered her immortal bones to stay in the mortal world as a queen. Years later, I descended from the heavens to find her chained in the Domon Suppressing Tower — her meridians severed, her beauty gone, drained to fuel the kingdom she built. Her husband crowned a new queen. Her own children called her a demon. And when she died, the kingdom celebrated. They forgot that immortals have long memories. Now I stand above the heavens. And I will bury them all.

Katrina and I are twins. I saved Draco and became the Dragon Queen in my previous life, and later gave birth to a dragon seedling. Katrina wanted to search for the true dragon, but ended up being tricked by Snake and lived a miserable life. She blames me for everything. After being reborn, she took a move on Draco first, and I let her. I know that marrying Draco and bearing the dragon seedling is no easy task. If she wants it, I wish her all the best. This time, I want to live my life how I want it.

I am a ritual bride, I make a living by helping men who die young carry on their bloodline. I've already completed the rites for 107 such men, each case earning me three hundred silver coins. By tradition, I must perform the wedding ceremony with the deceased, then complete the rituals in a prepared bridal chamber. On this day, I took on my 108th job, my 108th "husband." Only this time, it seems to be a bit different from the past.

Betrayed and murdered after turning my own blood into gold for my family, I am reborn with the wealth‑making knife. Hiding my hatred, I move carefully, drawing them into greed's abyss. Every pain they gave me, I will return.

Everyone awakens a beast soul, but Kael Ashford got stuck at D-Rank and became the academy's punching bag. Nobody knows he's hiding seven divine beasts, including the Monkey King, making him the only Ultra SSS-Rank alive. When his girlfriend humiliates him publicly, he conquers a beast trial no one's ever survived and awakens the Kirin. But the man who killed his parents just resurfaced as a War God, and Kael isn't walking away.

Zora Laurent unexpectedly arrived in a brand-new interstellar world and activated her exclusive system. With the system's help and her own wisdom, she defused provocations, stabilized the situation, discovered rare energy resources, and gradually took control of the kingdom. Awakening powerful mental abilities, she became the heir to the crown. Facing the vast interstellar opportunities, she resolved to lead the empire to explore the cosmos and create a new legend.