I went blind saving an old woman with white hair. The whole city was talking—Miss Pennington was going to repay my kindness by making me her grandson’s wife. But no one knew the truth—it wasn’t gratitude. It was atonement. When Luke Pennington first saw me, he sneered, "You’re a good actor. A delivery guy willing to risk your life for a hundred thousand in reward money?" He thought I was just another poor scammer, kneeling outside the hospital, faking a sob story for sympathy. I didn’t explain. Because that night, the rain was too heavy, the ambulance lights too blinding—I only remembered how her falling silhouette reminded me of the old grandmother who once gave me a warm bowl of noodles as a child. So I said, "Fine. I’ll marry you." On the eve of the wedding, he stormed into my room with a bottle of red wine, mocking, "Name your price. How much to walk away? The Penningtons won’t let you down if you divorce quietly." I didn’t speak. I stepped off the bed barefoot, trembling hands sliding down his pants, fingertips brushing the tip of his leather shoe. Then gently, I held it. He froze. After that, he started coming every day to put eye drops in my eyes. His fingers always paused slightly against my eyelids. Smiling, I asked, "What are you looking at?" "You," he said. "Making sure you're really blind." I replied, "You’re not ugly. You just don’t want to be seen." Then she appeared—my so-called “mother.” Dressed in cheap clothes, she took the check and tore up the contract in front of Luke. "This marriage is a transaction. She knew the chairman was your grandmother all along. Every move was calculated!" Luke turned and left without a word. The night he threw the engagement ring into the fountain, the entire Pennington family laughed at how foolish I was. But three days later, I removed my sunglasses in court, facing the judge and the press. "There’s something I’d like to say now." "I’m not Joedy. The real Joedy died in a fire three years ago." "And I… am the illegitimate daughter you abandoned in that burning house." The courtroom erupted. Security footage played—showing me rushing into the smoke to save someone. And that “mother”? A nurse paid to take my place. I stood, turning toward Luke in the gallery, his face pale. "You said this marriage was fake." "But tell me—of every tear I’ve shed for you, which one wasn’t real?" Silence swept the hall. Suddenly, he stood, walked slowly toward me, knelt on one knee, and slipped an old ring back onto my finger—the one he had secretly carved by hand when I wasn’t looking. "Joedy," his voice cracked, "this time… let me beg you. Don’t go." Outside, sunlight poured through the windows. I closed my eyes—but for the first time, I truly “saw” the light.

As the wedding reached its third movement, the city's bells abruptly fell silent. I stepped into the hall through a pool of blood, my sword dragging behind me, screeching against the stone floor. My black war robes, long torn to shreds by the northern blizzards, flapped like a tattered banner in the wind. The assembled nobles recoiled in unison—except the emperor. He remained seated, fingers tapping lightly on the arm of his throne. Tap. Then again. "Jean Suel," he finally spoke, his voice like a fissure cracking across an icefield. "Your mother stood just like that before she died." I laughed. With a flick of my blade, I sent seven imperial guards flying. Suddenly, text erupted before my eyes— 【Fate Line Activated: Regicide or True Dragon Heir?】 【Warning: Current Affinity -99. Princess is weeping behind her veil.】 【Hint: Your mother’s keepsake is hidden inside the wedding ring. Look now!】 The princess’s fingers trembled slightly. That ring, engraved with the empire’s twin eagles, shimmered under the candlelight in an eerie crimson hue. I knew that shade well—twenty years ago, when she smeared poison onto the marriage decree and murdered my mother, her nails were stained the same red. "Do you really think you're here to crash the wedding?" The emperor rose, his dragon robe rippling as if caught in a gale. "This marriage was set up for *you* from the start." With a thunderous crash, iron nets dropped from the four corners of the hall. Twelve elite assassins emerged from hiding. But I spun around, drew my sword—and the hilt snapped, revealing half of a yellowed baby swaddle cloth embroidered with a star map only royal blood could know. "Wrong," I sneered, plunging the blade into the old scar over my heart. The moment my blood touched the star map, the entire imperial ancestral temple began to tremble. Text flooded my vision: 【Truth Unlocked: The Outcast = Exiled Crown Prince】 【System Announcement: Revenge Meter at 100%. 'Crown Seizure' Ending Unleashed】

Hotel cleaner Landon is betrayed by his cheating wife, who drains their savings while his mother needs medical help. After a car accident, he gains the ability to see lifespans and object values. He rises to wealth, saves his mother, and wins heiress Quella's heart—while his betrayers pay.

Robert defies his family to marry Hathaway and builds her startup into a listed company. But her assistant George turns her against Robert, causing their divorce. Robert withdraws his investment, ruining her business, and moves on with his betrothed Natasha, leaving Hathaway full of regret.

In the Hall of Golden Chimes, officials stood in solemn silence. Before the emperor upon his dragon throne could speak, a white figure shattered the morning light as it arrived. A youth clad in pure white robes, hair like snow and eyes like cold stars, ascended the jade steps with measured strides—each step resonating deep within the hearts of those present. The court murmured in scorn—him again, Adrian, the prince abandoned to the frontier, returned only to be called "the talentless wretch with no spiritual roots." "The Emperor once promised half the empire to whoever could break the 'Ninefold Thunder Prison Array,'" he declared, voice clear and calm, neither humble nor haughty. "Today, I have come to claim my reward." The hall erupted in shock. "Insolence!" the Grand Preceptor roared. "You can't even hold a sword—how dare you speak of breaking the array?" The princess trembled, whispering, "He's gone mad… Even the Imperial Seer dares not approach that formation." A foreign envoy sneered, "Another bastard son of Nelson Shaw, thinking words alone can change fate?" Only the Empress Dowager's pupils contracted sharply—her gaze locked onto the faintly glowing azure纹 on the youth's wrist—the ancient mark of the tyrant's bloodline, awakened after three centuries! At that very moment— Boom!!! The heavens split open. Seven bolts of violet lightning crashed down from the clouds, converging into a writhing arc within the boy’s palm. He bore no weapon, yet gales howled around him, the ground cracked beneath his feet, officials collapsed to their knees, and armor shattered under invisible force. The Emperor shot upright, his throne exploding behind him. "You… you are…" "I am no one's shame," Adrian lifted his gaze, a faint smile playing on his lips as the world shifted around him. "I am the new king you would beg for—yet never dare hope to see." Bathed in thunderlight, he let out a soft laugh: "Now then—who still dares say… I am unworthy?"

When Dr. Joseph Johnson meets Charles Summers, a fearless racing star secretly battling a humiliating condition, the spark between them is instant—and wild. Through treatment, Joseph draws Charles into a whirlwind of obsession and desire, blurring the line between care and control… But when passion shifts into obsession, who will be the true prey in the end?