scars behind the door

"Legend had it that in the deepest part of the oldest galaxy, there was a door as red as blood and fire. Legends and myths, darkness and light, countless stories passed through this old door. The Door of Constellation that overlooked everything would warn the sky and earth, sending darkness back to where it belonged."

It had been Betty White's wish to marry an ordinary man. Somehow, she became the mate of a Alpha? He promised to love her forever, dote on her, and cherish her. She believed this should be what happiness looked like until one day he threw a pad of papers at her. "Betty, we should get divorced." She fell from Heaven, her heart breaking into pieces. Five years later, she came back and met him again. No longer alone, she was accompanied by a cute kid. The child looked at the man, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Mommy, this man looks just like me. Is he your baby too?"

This was a fragmented corner, a world forgotten. On that day, when he was most disheartened, Ning Cheng was forcibly brought here. Because of Ning Cheng, this corner would be renowned throughout the vast Starry Sky, and this world, thanks to Ning Cheng, would shine in the endless universe!

"Asshole, you're hurting me, be gentler…" "Heh, don't you like it rough?" ... Most fatally, she was wearing only a thin spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing large swathes of lovely scenery with her damp hair draped to one side, holding a feather duster in her hand… On the bed was a man with a hood on his head, his hands and feet bound, much like a slave.

After marriage— On Valentine's Day, Han Jingnian asked, "How are we spending today?" Wrapped up in her blanket and close to falling asleep, Xia Wan'an mumbled, "Sleep." On Christmas Day, Han Jingnian asked, "How are we spending today?" With her arms around her pillow, Xia Wan'an casually replied, "Sleep." On their wedding anniversary, holding a cup of water, Han Jingnian asked, "How are we spending today?" Cozied up in bed, with sleepy eyes, Xia Wan'an looked at Han Jingnian, wary of the water he might spill on the bed. She thought for a moment, then replied, "With you... together."

After making preparations for transmigration into the VR world "Mystical Era", the previous veteran player Xia Yuan becomes an NPC, and is even made the fourth son of the Duke of the Empire! Already prepared for a boring aristocratic life, he never expects that the era has totally changed! As the last obstacle, his family has been labelled as a villain by the new aristocracy and will soon be crushed by history! Xia Yuan has no choice but to gradually strengthen his own power according to his knowledge of the game's history. Lost treasures, forbidden ancient weapons, secrets of immortality, forgotten epics... With one's own strength, save the world! Change fate! Rise from the ashes! ... The knight swears, the mage sings, and the dragon spreads its wings! Pursue magic and truth, and control the fate of yourself and the era! Stand in the clouds, above the floating city and the throne of the sky! The bell rings, and the signs finally appeared. -It’s time for the stars to align-

Lu Wu, an aimless video game developer, had been feeling perturbed ever since he found out he was the direct descendant of a king from the underworld. Other than the title, His Excellency, his ancestor hadn't passed down anything else to him. On top of that, all of his ancestor’s subordinates had rebelled against him and completely usurped his inherited territory. Under the circumstances, Lu Wu built a battle game server with the help of his new mysterious friend and transported gamers from the real world straight to the underworld using virtual reality. They then created the main quest, the character classes, the Instance Dungeon, the storyline, and the non-player characters for the game. Relying solely on these video gamers’ strengths, Lu Wu began his expedition to reclaim his rightful inheritance. What could possibly go wrong?

[Tenant: 002] [Name: Reiko Onodera] [Physical Strength: 5] [Intelligence: 5] [Charm: 9] [Daily Rental Payment Required: 666 yen or role-play as a housewife daily (paid)] [Daily Income Generated: 5,000 yen (settled)] [Tenant Desire List:] [1. Wishes to find a suitable job (X)] [2. Hopes to bring her daughter to live together in Tokyo (X)] [3. Has found a dependable person in Tokyo (accomplished)] ………… Living in Tokyo, collecting rent while lying flat. The widow working part-time away from home, the heartbroken beauty who ran away from home... the tenants are all strange... ```

The male lead is devoted, the female lead is passionate, childhood sweethearts, everyday family matters, the ordinary daily life of nurturing a wife.

I thought the masked stranger who fathered my son was a ghost of one reckless night. Then I walked into my new boss's office—and those ice-blue eyes found mine across the boardroom. Ivy Brooks only saw him once. One night. One mask. One underground auction that cost her everything—and gave her a son she'd die to protect. She never knew his name. Never saw his face. All she had were those piercing eyes behind black silk, a voice like gravel and velvet, and a secret she buried so deep she almost forgot it was there. For five years, she rebuilt her life from nothing—betrayed by her ex, abandoned by her family, raising her boy on stolen hours and stubborn hope. When she finally lands a legitimate job as Executive Assistant at Thorne Group, she thinks she's finally safe. Then she meets her new boss. Caleb Thorne. Billionaire CEO in a tailored suit. Don of the Thorne Syndicate in the shadows. A man who wears a different mask for every room he walks into—and the one who's been hunting her for five years. He doesn't recognize her face. But her eyes? Her scent? The way she flinches when he steps too close? He knows. And now that she's standing in his office—exposed, cornered, and carrying his secret—Caleb won't let her hide behind any mask. Not her professional armor. Not her single-mother walls. Not the lies that have kept them apart. He'll strip every layer until there's nothing left between them but skin, truth, and a fire neither of them ever put out.