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The eminent Lord of War, Alexander Kane, returned home with honor, only to find out that his daughter was locked in a dog cage and his wife was cheating on him…

I gave Julian Marchetti thirty years of my life after the war ended. I built his empire, raised his children, and held the family together behind the scenes. But when he died, his will didn’t even mention my name. Half his fortune went to our children. The other half went to Lydia Carter, the daughter of the man who’d saved his life in Normandy. The same Lydia who’d stolen my identity.The same Lydia who’d built her entire life on the ruins of mine. All he left me was a single note, scrawled in his familiar handwriting. I loved you. We had thirty good years. But I owe Lydia. This is the least I can do. I dropped dead of a heart attack right there in his study, clutching that pathetic piece of paper. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in 1945, when the war had just ended This time I will not swallow my anger and suffer in silence; I will fight back. And I will take back every single thing that is rightfully mine.

As the end of the year approached, I begged my father, the king, for three days and three nights before he finally agreed to let me travel to the frontier and reunite with my husband. But the moment I approached the military camp, the guards stopped me. When they found out I'd come to see Liam Foster, they burst out laughing. "Another girl who came all this way because she's got a crush on General Foster! You'd better turn back. General Foster is famously devoted to his wife. Aside from her, he wouldn't give any other woman a second look." I smiled faintly and was about to pull out my royal pendant to prove that I was the very "Mrs. Foster" they were talking about, when one of the guards pointed toward a woman not far away. "See her over there? That's our general's wife. Their love story has already spread all across the camp." I froze. By the time I came back to my senses, the woman had already walked over. She was wearing bright, elegant clothes—completely out of place in a military camp. With a gentle smile, she asked, "Miss, what business do you have with my husband? He had urgent matters to attend to and left earlier. It may be a while before he returns."

After her father died, Regina got sick and had to stay in a hospital for commoners, even though she was the daughter of a count. Instead of getting better, she got worse and almost died. Her stepmother, half-sister, and husband told her a shocking secret, and she died with a grudge. When she woke up, she was back a few years before her father and herself died. Regina wanted to save her father and herself, so she asked the famous Grand Duke for help. Will she get revenge and save her father?

By the time I hit twenty without a husband, I'd become the joke of Butcher's Alley. I wasn't about to just take it, so I marched out to the pauper's graveyard and dragged home a half-dead man I found there. He was gorgeous. More handsome than any portrait I'd ever seen. It didn't matter that he'd lost his memory and wasn't quite right in the head. It didn't matter that he couldn't lift a crate or carry a load, that he nearly fainted dead away the first time he watched me slaughter a pig. I slapped my knee and made up my mind. "You're the one. You handle looking pretty, and I'll handle bringing home the bacon." I named him Walt and treated him like he was made of glass. I fed him well, kept him comfortable, and slowly nursed him back to health until his cheeks were full and his skin was soft. Then I started planning the wedding. On our wedding night, I'd just gotten his wedding coat off when the front door flew off its hinges. Hundreds of royal guards dropped to their knees all at once, their voices shaking the walls. "Welcome back to the capital, Grand Chancellor!" I looked down at the man beneath me. The warmth in his eyes was gone, replaced by something cold and sharp. The belt I'd been holding snapped right in two. I was done for. I'd been bossing around the most powerful man in the empire for six months and using him as a house husband. Was I looking at death by slow torture, or would they wipe out my entire family?

"Your Highness, the Crown Princess has caused trouble again." Lucien didn't look up from the document in his hands. "How unfortunate." The attendant hesitated. "She confiscated House Drayke's grain." Lucien's pen stopped. "Why?" "They refused to open their warehouses during the capital's shortage, selling only to nobles.” "And?" "The Crown Princess broke the locks." Lucien finally looked up. "She did what?" "She broke the locks, counted every sack, and ordered the grain distributed to the lower districts." A silence followed. Then Lucien calmly returned to his document. "Good." The attendant blinked. "Your Highness?" "Anything else?" "House Drayke is furious. Their patriarch has demanded that Her Highness be punished for humiliating a Great House." Lucien's expression didn't change. "Then punish him first." The attendant stared. "...For what offense?" Lucien finally raised his eyes. "For making my Crown Princess do his work." *** Three weeks after nearly drowning in a lotus pond, Crown Princess Adeline had already managed to offend three ministers, two Great Houses, half the Imperial Palace, and her husband's stepmother. What nobody knew was that Adeline wasn't really Adeline. She was Seraphine, the ruthless northern general presumed dead on the battlefield. She inherited the broken household of the supposedly dying Crown Prince, where servants stole freely and officials answered to no one. Unfortunately for them, not only did she know what corruption looked like, she knew how to bring unruly officials in line. She never expected to awaken in the body of the wallflower crown princess. Nor did she expect her supposedly useless husband. Lucien was supposed to be sickly, weak, and dying. Adeline quickly discovers that the rumors surrounding him are not quite true. And Lucien discovers something even more troublesome. His new wife has absolutely no intention of behaving like a Crown Princess.