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After criticizing the ending of a melodramatic novel, Thessa Hyde woke up to find herself as the pathetic stand-in wife of the city’s coldest tycoon: Edward Windsor. For three years, she endured his snubs as her half-sister’s disposable replacement. Now that Lilith had returned from abroad, Edward threw the divorce agreement on the table: “Sign it and get out. Don’t ever cross my path or Lilith’s again.” In the original plot, Thessa begged on her knees until she was ruined. But the new Thessa merely smiled as a blue screen flashed before her eyes: [Ding! Ex-Husband’s Regret System activated.] [Mission: Sign the divorce papers in under 60 seconds with complete detachment.] [Reward: $10,000,000 in cash + corporate stock.] [Passive Effect: Every time Edward Windsor feels jealousy or humiliation, your millions will multiply.] Without a single tear, Thessa signed the papers, tossed the pen into her coffee, and walked away with her head held high. The submissive woman never returned. In her place emerged a ruthless queen who buys skyscrapers outright, humiliates Lilith at every gala, and is seen in the company of the country’s most powerful men. [System Alert: Edward Windsor’s Jealousy: 90%. Remorse: Critical.] Soaked to the bone in the rain and kneeling in front of his limousine, the arrogant heir pleads in a broken voice: “Thessa, please… call off the divorce. I’ll give you my entire empire if you’ll just look at me again.” Thessa simply rolls down the tinted window and smiles: “I’m sorry, Mr. Windsor. Your remorse is highly valued in my system, but as a man… you no longer have sufficient funds.”

Rule #1: Stay away from Vincent Alistair. One of the mistakes Hazel made was trying to create a dispute between Katherine and Vincent. Rule #2: Never make an enemy of Katherine. I still remember how Hazel died but I never got to see who the killer is. Whoever it was, I believe he is in this world. Rule #3: Never try to do anything to meddle in the story. Remain a side character and continue to enjoy life. *** When I transmigrated into my favourite novel as the fake heiress who had already lost her life, I had one clear mission: run far away from Vincent Alistair, stay clear of my sister, and live a life of pure luxury. I also had sixty days to change my fate and make sure I didn't die a second time. But when I told Vincent I would never marry him, I didn't expect him to suddenly show interest in me. Now the arrogant, ruthless billionaire is hellbent on making me his wife, insisting he fell in love with me at first sight. Every scheme I use to escape him fails, and every day I spend by his side makes my heart betray me a little more. Meanwhile, my sister, the true heiress and the original female lead, looks at me as if she is ready to kill me. The more the plot changes, the more I realise something is wrong with this world. If I fall for the male lead, will I be saved, or will I lose my life all over again?

Flora Whitmore was the deadliest assassin alive. She died on a mountain bridge on her way to meet the family she had just found, killed by the adopted daughter who wasn't ready to be replaced. She wakes in the body of Eliza Sinclair, a girl nobody in her own house takes seriously, with a raw red line around her neck and a golden rabbit in her head. His name is Aurex, the Supreme Treasure System, and he knows what everything is really worth. Antique markets, jade stalls, estate sales, auction rooms. Aurex appraises whatever Flora sees, shows her what's hidden inside it, and sets quests to find rare pieces, paid in points and upgrades. Refuse one and there's a penalty. Each one unlocks another piece of the dead girl's memories. Flora never expected to be good at old junk. She turns out to be terrifying at it. Her first hunt is personal: the necklace someone tore off her neck. Treasure also draws the wrong kind of attention. At an auction she meets Xavier Blackwood, the cold billionaire who has hunted the assassin Viper for years and has no idea he's looking at her. He needs a pretend girlfriend. She needs access. One contract, no feelings, no questions. Meanwhile, a woman wearing Flora's face sits at the Whitmore table. Xavier's childhood sweetheart cries on cue and guards a lie. Four brothers are waiting for a phone call that won't come. Three mafia brothers who never stopped searching for their lost sister are about to meet her without knowing it. Every clause has a loophole, and Xavier, who wrote the rules, is the first to start breaking them. Sharp-tongued, slow-burning and full of well-earned slaps.

"I need a son, not five useless girls." My billionaire husband said it the moment I gave birth to five daughters. Then he threw divorce papers on my hospital bed, tossed me a black card, and walked away. His mother called my babies jinxes and threatened to take them. I signed to keep them safe. Then a voice spoke in my head. "Congratulations, Host. Super Mom System activated." Now every task I finish pays me millions. I have five little lucky stars to protect, and a system that wants my ex-husband to regret every word he said. He gave me a black card to make me disappear. I'm going to use it to make him kneel. His new wife is smiling. His mother is plotting. But I am done begging. He threw us away. Soon, he will beg to get us back. Too late, Ethan.

Six years ago, A doctor told me my newborn daughter didn't survive. I broke into a million pieces. I never truly healed. Desperate for cash, I take a job as a nanny for Alexander Vance-A billionaire whose six year old daughter, Jasmine, is infamous for terrorizing every nanny in the city. She hates me on sight. She locks me out, throws tantrums, and makes it her personal mission to drive me insane. I almost quit. But every time I look into her stubborn, fiery eyes, something pulls me back. Then came the accident. While cleaning a scrape on her knee after one of her stunts, my heart stops. On her inner ankle rests a distinct, crescent shaped birthmark. The exact birthmark my baby had before they declared her dead. My hands start shaking. My breath hitches. "Who gave you that mark?" I whisper, tears blurring my eyes. Jasmine glare at me, pulling her leg away. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom!" Alexander steps into the room, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "Is there a problem with my daughter?" I stare at the billionaire who has no idea his late wife stole my child. My baby didn't die six years ago. She's been living in this penthouse all along. And I will burn the world down before I lose her again.