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She provoked the most powerful and overbearing man in the city, and only the next day did she realize he was her immediate boss. She thought he was just a passerby in her life, but to her surprise, he became addicted to toying with her and had the audacity to show up at her door. "Wife, you have to take responsibility for me! I have your child!!" "Gong Beiming, can you have some shame?" The CEO actually pulled a little pink dumpling from behind his back and announced quite seriously, "This is indeed your own flesh and blood, you can't deny it!" "Mommy, I found you, yay!" The little pink dumpling flung herself at her, hugging her legs and acting cute and coquettish. Chi Xiaoyu was utterly confused. She had never been married, so how could she have a child? What was even more fatal was that this kid really did look exactly like her…

Thousands of years have passed since the God of Games released the Promotion Star Games System to spread across the stars. Since then, almost every human was granted supernatural abilities and forced to participate in a lifelong competition. Victor was born on a planet in blissful ignorance until the day the Promotion Star Games descended, his mother figure left him, and he gained a mysterious black hole in his mind. Discovering that his world is an experiment created for some unknown purpose, Victor vows to get stronger to find the secrets of his lineage and the woman who raised him. Follow Victor as he battles across the blood-soaked stars and participates in strange, deadly games in a galaxy-wide rat race to protect all those he loves or be ground up by the system.

For three years, the family crest over my husband Fulton Hunter’s heart was meant for the woman he loved. Not me. When a columnist from Vanity Fair hinted at this during a charity gala, I was staring at a photo on my phone: him kissing Isla Croft on a private yacht. The photo was undeniable: the name 'Isla' was etched into the center of the family’s rose crest tattooed on his chest. I simply took a sip of champagne and offered the camera a cold, glamorous smile. "A tawdry affair between a kept man and his mistress? Is that really column-worthy?" That very night, to appease his lover, Fulton booked the city's top Michelin three-star restaurant and hired a symphony orchestra to play for Isla’s birthday, all to proclaim his so-called "deep love." I didn't care. As long as I was still Cassandra Valeriano, the woman who had married down from the Valeriano family, Isla would forever be nothing more than a rat in the gutter.

Arthur Blackwood is the sole heir to **Blackwood Holdings**, a **£2 trillion** global empire and the wealthiest of the Five Founding Families. On the day of his grandfather's funeral, everyone expects him to inherit everything. Instead, he inherits... a challenge. To become Chairman, Arthur must erase his identity, start as an ordinary intern in his own company, and earn every promotion through merit alone. No privilege. No shortcuts. No one can know who he really is. As a mysterious **Promotion System** awakens, each step up the corporate ladder unlocks new abilities, opportunities, and hidden truths left behind by the late Patriarch. Balancing university life, demanding work, loyal friendships, and the burden of a secret that could shake the kingdom, Arthur must prove that the greatest heir is not born— **He is forged.** **He started as an intern.** **He will end as the Chairman.**

My daughter, Chloe Blackwood, swapped the potion I was drinking for concentrated prune juice just to mess with me. During my promotion speech, I made a complete fool of myself. Meanwhile, my husband, Marcus Blackwood, stole the project proposal I had worked so hard on and handed it to his first love, Isabella Frost. Stepping on my shoulders, Isabella climbed her way up to become director. The first thing she did after her promotion was to transfer me to the cleaning staff. While I was so exhausted I could barely straighten my back, Isabella posted photos from her promotion dinner party. Because I refused to pick the fixed-price option in the ride-hailing app and risk pissing off Marcus, I ended up buying her a gold necklace as a congratulatory gift. My daughter Chloe, who won’t even wash her own socks, was now happily serving Isabella soup and picking out dishes for her. Since that father and daughter are both so damn fond of Isabella… Then the two of them—I don’t want either of them anymore.

It is nonfinancial and more of a promotion, though if you have questions you want to ask, or any song requests for my other social media sites or here I would love to answer them.

Here, wherever I am, intangible, undefined, conscious thought does not follow a set path with which to follow. Ripples of reflections spread outward, tapering off into nothingness. Beginning and ending has no meaning here, it either is, or it isn't.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?