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Hugh, the Martial Emperor, sealed the Demon Abyss for ten years. But when the new empress, Quincy, betrays him on false accusations, the seal is broken, and demons wreak havoc. Framed and hunted by the empire, Hugh is forced into exile. But when the empire faces destruction, Quincy begs for his return. With thunderous power, Hugh rises from disgrace to save the empire he once protected, proving that betrayal comes at a deadly cost.

Nathan Jennings, heir to Jennings Group, is left crippled and unable to speak after a car accident, leaving his family empire at risk. He marries Chloe, a fearless country girl with extraordinary strength. Despite mockery and schemes from his enemies, Chloe stands by Nathan and fights back in her own way. As her warmth softens his heart, Nathan secretly works to reclaim his legacy. Together, they defeat their enemies, rebuild the empire, and find unexpected love.

Winnie once gave up her dream of becoming a doctor for her family, only to be taken for granted by her husband, Owen. Reborn in the 1980s, she refuses to repeat her past. She divorces Owen and heads to Hillwood to pursue brain tumor research. Only after losing her does Owen realize her worth and begin a long journey to win her back. But Winnie is no longer willing to sacrifice herself for love. She devotes herself to medicine, helps drive major breakthroughs, and builds a life of her own.

Ryan Summers is transported to the Beastmaster World, where he's stuck as a despised, F-rank Muckhide Serpent. On the brink of death, he activates the Devouring Evolution System. Starting as a Shade Wolf, he devours enemies, evolves into a Creation Dragon, and becomes a force that can shake the world. With humanity fighting a global Beast Horde and powerful invaders, Ryan devours gods, rises to ultimate power, and leads the charge to save the world.

She died betrayed. Given a second chance, she walks calmly into the marriage meant to ruin her, to an heir lost in a coma. But fate has its own script: he awakens, and her world transforms. With newfound power and protection, she reclaims every piece of the life stolen from her.

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.