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“Shut up, you! What do you know? As a matter of fact, take back this piece of junk you gave me!” Ezekiele Moretti, disowned by his family, and thrown in jail, is back as the Great Marshal. This time, he comes with a thirst to repay everyone according to what they did to him. On that list is a woman who brought him out when he was in a dark place. As Ezekiele prepares to marry her, he discovers that all is not as he thought.

"As the last surviving heir of the richest and most powerful family, I ask you to come back and claim your rightful place." "You want me to reclaim the family's fortune, now?" He asked, his pale blue eyes staring brightly at his butler. "Sire, this household has been waiting for you for years now. It is time." ✩★✩ Lucas Williams resumes his family fortune because he wants to protect his family.

"How could you do something like this to me?" Jessica Blake cried"Was it really I who did it? " Jacob Wayne "You-" Mother-in-law said whilst staringly furiously at the man.“You want us to divorce.” Jacob then took out the piece of document and signed it in front of all of them. “So I’m giving it to you.” He then toss the signed divorce papers to them without a single word and walked away without looking back.

My wife gave our final piece of meat to her secret lover while I stood freezing in a sixty-below-zero blizzard. The man who had cast aside everything to keep them alive was now a joke, a useless son-in-law left to perish in the cold. They were never aware of the truth. I had been the secret heir to the most powerful family in the city. I had thrown it all away for her. Mocked by my in-laws and treated as a servant, I still believed she loved me. Until the Cold Apocalypse occurred. The world froze, monsters came out, and civilization collapsed. My devotion to blindness brought me a miserable, frozen death. But death wasn‘t the end. It was three days before the end of the world when I finally opened my eyes. This time, the obedient husband is gone, replaced by something much worse. The Chimera King System has loaded. When I carried the carapaces of mutated monsters, I absorbed their DNA and the strength that comes with it. This time, I will not plead. I will not give. I will not love blindly. My wife and her lover believe they will be able to use me once more when the ice thaws. They’re wrong. This time... I will make sure they freeze.

I woke up to find myself a weakling vampire with only 10 health points, and the Holy Light Knight Order was right outside to purify me! In my despair, the 【Proficiency System】activated—so long as I live, everything is grindable! To survive, I did anything! While other vampires were hunting maidens, I was slaughtering a hundred thousand rats in the sewer, my 【Bite】skill maxed out, awakening the talent 【Life Drain】! Holy Light burns painfully? I treated myself like the Monkey King's flesh and braved the Holy Light, my 【Holy Light Resistance】maxed out, awakening the talent 【Holy Light Affinity MAX】, and directly took a Holy Light bath in the church! They thought I was an elegant noble, but what I was actually thinking was, "This sword strike will probably only take 0.001% of my health—too risky, I must kill him instantly!" They called me the "Nighttime Scourge" because I targeted only the most heinous scoundrels, after all, the proficiency points from "Sinful Blood" were simply too generous! Years later, the Abyssal Demon God descended, and the gods fell. In the despair of the entire world, I brushed off the dust from my tailcoat and looked at my blood bar that had grown to an uncountable length. "You... can break my defense?"

"I hate you. Because of you, I have become a laughing stock! You are better off dead, and you have always been nothing to me!" These words drove Lucian Drake to the edge, right after his wife cheated on him. He was ridiculed and insulted for being a cripple. Now he was no longer to play according to their rules. He would forge his own path, claiming his right as the supreme Urban Grandmaster. He would leave them in the dust and they would beg for his forgiveness!

My name is Alanna, I believe. I have lost myself in the depths of an island. I don't know where I'm from, or what my real name is, I just know that a pack of wolves has rescued me. I will have to fight against the Alpha and the Beta of the pack, but something dark blooms in me, something I did not know, a mythological being that lived inside me. A mermaid, yes, I am one of the most beautiful mermaids in the world.

Being given a choice, “Divorce Hazel or you will suffer with her, even your little daughter, Ivy, will live a miserable life”Marcus thought his life was over until he was revealed as the only heir of the Hamilton trillionaire dollars fortune.“After giving the Hudson family all my money, you dare spill nonsense about me”A silence laughter followed.“I only care about Hazel, and my daughter, the rest of the Hudson family can go to hell”

Three years. That's what I got for playing the hero. For saving her, I was thrown in a cage, disowned by my parents, and betrayed by the woman I loved. Now I'm out, and the beautiful woman I sacrificed everything for looks at me with nothing but scorn. She has no idea who I've become. She sees an ex-convict; I see a woman who's about to learn a terrifying lesson. Making her beg is just the start......

They called him Pauper Benedetti. The boy with three shirts, the charity case no one believed in. But when Marco returned after five silent years—he didn’t come back poor. He came back as the War God, forged in fire, crowned in blood, and wealthy enough to make billionaires tremble. He walked into Oriana Caruso’s engagement wearing a cheap suit and carrying a velvet ring box. He left with a wife. Just not the one anyone expected. Isabella Caruso—the quiet, unwanted sister—was the only person who dared speak the truth for him. While Oriana laughed, while society mocked him, Isabella stood alone. So Marco knelt before her with a pink-diamond necklace worth more than the entire ballroom. “Marry me,” Marco said, voice steady. “Why me?” Isabella whispered. “Because when the world pointed guns, you were the one who didn’t flinch.” Now Isabella wears the necklace society can’t stop staring at—while Oriana glares with burning regret. Because the War God didn’t just return wealthy. He returned powerful. And he’s not done. Billionaires will kneel. Families will fall. The world will learn exactly who Marco Benedetti is.