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She thought she was using him. He'd been searching for her for twelve years. "Listen carefully," Diana Morrison's voice cuts through the study like ice. "These are the terms of our marriage arrangement, and they are non-negotiable." Marcus Hayes sits across from her in his worn suit, agreeing to every humiliating condition without protest. Separate bedrooms. No physical contact. Divorce after one year. "Do you have any backbone at all?" Diana demands, frustrated by his compliance. What she doesn't know: Marcus is the Supreme God of War of West America, commander of armies, controller of trillion-dollar empires. Twelve years ago, a starving orphan boy received kindness from a young girl who shared her meager lunch. He never forgot her. Now that girl stands before him—cold, calculating, believing she's trapped a desperate nobody in a fake marriage to escape her family's control. "Perhaps I am desperate," Marcus admits softly. "But not in the way you think." When the Romano and Bennett families attack, when her business crumbles, when assassins lurk in shadows—Marcus moves like the warrior he is, leaving enemies broken and allies in awe. "Who are you?" Diana whispers, watching him dismantle threats with surgical precision. Marcus's slight smile holds secrets that could reshape nations. "I'm your husband." She thought their contract marriage had an expiration date. She has no idea the Supreme God of War never lets go of what's his. He spent twelve years building an empire to be worthy of protecting her. Now he'll spend a lifetime proving she was always meant to be his.

"I must be losing my mind," Min Suhyun muttered, struggling to grasp the unsettling reality that unfolded before her. How had she ended up here? In the realm of clichéd stories, such a trope typically befell the deceased, not someone who had merely skimmed through old drafts. And yet, here she was, trapped in the body of an insignificant extra named Serein Rowe. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, raising questions she couldn't easily dismiss. ‘This can't be another one of my lucid dreams... Is this some twisted cosmic joke?’ she pondered, her mind reeling with the absurdity of her situation. Nevertheless, given that she could barely do anything to return to her world, she might as well seize this opportunity to finally finish what she had started, right? Living here and continuing until the end of this draft, she could create a good ending, '—though maybe it won't be as easy…?' Surviving as a side character suffering from a curse-like chronic illness? That would undoubtedly be a struggle. Now, that would undoubtedly pose a challenge, although it’s still a better fate than dying early, serving only as a trigger for the story's advancement. Min Suhyun contemplated for a moment before firmly resolving to a single objective: To survive until the very end.

“I’m not here to stay her bestie, Aiden. I came back to New York to marry her.” Wesley slips a card from his pocket, holding it out like it’s radioactive. “This is me being generous. There’s a hundred thousand dollars loaded on it. Take it. Go home, pack your things, and disappear. I’ll tell everyone you left because life got too hard.” Aiden stares. Not at the money—he could buy a hundred of those cards without blinking—but at the audacity. Because if Wesley knew who he really was… He’d be the one begging to disappear. **** By day, Aiden is the fool. The humble househusband with a dish towel slung over his shoulder, humming as he mops floors, checks the stew, and gets barked at by his in-laws like he’s less than nothing. Everyone thinks he’s soft. Gullible. Replaceable. But by night? He becomes the man the city's richest fear. In a dark room filled with shadows and smoke, he gives orders—orders that no billionaire, no politician, no enemy dares question. They call him sir. But to his wife’s family? He’s still just the broke son-in-law. They don’t know the game they’re playing. Yet.

Richard Dwayne, who had been leaning on his wife’s family for three years, recently went through a divorce with his powerful wife. His ex-wife was pretty convinced that he’d come crawling back, asking for another chance. But guess what? Richard showed up in style, cruising in a fancy car to pick up his new mysterious wife.

Darius Anderson thought he'd be a nobody forever, until one day he discovered he was the legitimate son of a powerful family. With his newfound wealth and power, Darius sets out to take revenge on those who wronged him and his mother. Will Darius be consumed by his thirst for vengeance, or will he find a way to rise above his past and forge a new future?

What if a mysterious system gave you one more chance? Rafe Miller, the worthless, poor, good for nothing son-in-law, got dumped, mocked, and humiliated by his wife and her families, only to receive €3,000,000 and a mysterious system that promised power beyond imagination. He was once the family's disgrace. Now he is their worst nightmare. This time, he'd make everyone who mocked him regret it.

Junior Smith was regarded as the useless and poor son-in-law in the eyes of all, but then, everything changed, starting with his name "So, I can call you mother?" Junior asked Emily "Of course. You're my son" Emily said "And one more thing" she continued "Your name is actually Mansion Miller Junior" His father, Mansion Miller, was CEO of D'Miller brand, the country's top company

Adrian had planned the perfect anniversary dinner—Vanessa’s favorite dishes, a warm, quiet home, and even time for their daughter, Lily. But as the clock neared midnight, his excitement turned into a hollow silence. Vanessa stumbled in, drunk and careless, not even noticing the effort he had put in. She tossed her purse on the couch, waved him off, and mocked his calls. “Can you stop calling me all the time? I was at a banquet, making connections, actually contributing to this family,” she snapped, her words dripping with contempt. Adrian stayed calm, trying to remind her of the night’s significance. But Vanessa scoffed, mocking the anniversary, humiliating him further. “Everyone asked why I didn’t bring a male companion. I wanted to sink into the floor. Imagine saying, ‘My husband is home babysitting a kid.’ I’d rather say my goldfish ran away!” She continued, bitter and harsh: “If I didn’t get pregnant, I’d never have married you. Lily slows me down, and you… you slow me down the most.” Adrian, silent but composed, finally spoke: “Let’s get a divorce.” Vanessa erupted in rage, smashing the dinner he had prepared, shattering more than just plates. In that moment, Adrian walked away, leaving the chaos behind.

After a lifetime as a struggling grade D mage, Tony Wilcox meets a tragic end in a tournament at the hands of his tormentor. Miraculously, he awakens with the formidable Imperial System, offering him an endless path towards achieving grade SSS mage status. Despite his newfound powers, Tony suffers the loss of his parents and little sister in a brutal monster invasion. With the might of the Imperial System at his disposal, Tony embarks on a journey to confront all sources of pain in his life.

Kyle had never had it easy. Orphaned young and bullied by everyone around him, he pushed through each day for one reason only—his little sister. She was critically ill, and the only thing that could save her was the legendary, impossibly expensive 'Moonlight Potion'. His one shot? Becoming a Hunter. With real power, he could finally rise above, earn enough credits, and save the only person who mattered. Everything depended on his eighteenth birthday—the day he would awaken his talent. The day everything was supposed to change. And it did... just not the way he’d hoped. While others awakened fire, shadow, and lightning... Kyle got 'Bubble'. A talent that didn't exist in any known class ranking—from mighty SS to pathetic F. Unrecorded. Unrated. Unwanted. Useless. Weak. Pathetic. That’s what they called him. No guild would take him. No party would have him. But Kyle? He just smiled. Because they didn’t understand. Not yet. 'It’s not about the talent you get. It’s about what you do with it.' Let them mock him. Let them call him useless. Armed with an unknown power and an unbreakable will, Kyle walked into the dungeon alone. The world might see him as nobody for now, but he would prove that even an unranked talent could rise—and that the underdog everyone cast aside might just become a legend.